The streetlight flickered overhead, casting a pale glow on the wet pavement. She stood beside me, a breath away, but it felt like a universe stretched between us. Her laugh, light and fleeting, seemed to linger longer than it should have, settling into the air around us like a secret only we shared. I glanced at her—just a glance, but it was enough. Her eyes, quiet and knowing, met mine for the briefest of seconds, before looking away. We didn’t need words; the silence spoke for us. “Do you ever think about the space between people?” she asked, her voice soft, almost drowned by the hum of the city. I didn’t answer right away. I was still caught in the echo of her question. Was it possible to feel something—so quietly, so deeply—without it ever needing to be said? I didn’t know. But I knew that in this moment, I didn’t want to leave.