“I get it,” he said with a shy grin. “The city’s got a lot of noise. Sometimes, it’s hard to hear anything else.” Lena didn’t know why, but she found herself drawn to him, to his simple way of seeing the world. And just like that, in the middle of the city’s whirlwind, something quiet bloomed between them. One evening, as the café emptied and the rain began to fall outside, Alex played a song he’d written just for her. It was raw, imperfect, but beautiful. “How long are you going to keep playing in the shadows?” Lena asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Alex stopped, looked at her, and for the first time, his expression softened into something more vulnerable. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll keep it this way. Maybe it’s enough.” But Lena wasn’t so sure. “You deserve more than just ‘enough.’”