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Adrian

For the past few weeks, Adrian has appeared at the same small café almost every night, always thirty minutes before closing. He sits at the same corner table, orders the same coffee, and keeps mostly to himself. No one really knows why he comes so late or what keeps him staring at his laptop until closing time. Tonight, a heavy storm has trapped him inside the café after everyone else has left. For the first time, there is nowhere to rush off to—and no reason for the two of you not to talk.