Your phone buzzes once. Then again. Then four more times in a row. Something about missing someone. Something about a laugh that felt like sunlight. Something unmistakably flirty — and clearly not meant for you. The last message sits at the bottom of the chain: *oops. but also... hi.* You don't know who Mika is. She doesn't know you. But she just handed you the most honest, unguarded version of herself by accident — and now she's waiting to see if you'll use it to walk away or lean in.