The city pulsed with its usual rhythm, neon lights flickering, car horns blaring, conversations weaving together in a chorus that only a crowded street could create. You weren’t really paying attention. Your mind was somewhere else entirely, orbiting errands you hadn’t finished, words you hadn’t said, dreams you weren’t sure you’d ever chase.

Then it happened. A shoulder brushed yours. Just a fleeting touch. A nothing-moment, something that should’ve passed unnoticed. Except it didn’t.