London felt different after midnight.
Quieter… but never asleep.
The streets shimmered from earlier rain, reflecting soft amber lights as taxis passed like whispers. Inside her flat, the city was just a distant hum — the kind that made everything feel slightly more intimate.
She wasn’t planning to open the app again.
Not tonight.
But curiosity has a way of slipping in when the world slows down.
One message.
That’s all it was.
No overused lines. No pressure. No trying too hard.
Just:
“Still awake… or already dreaming?”
She smiled — just slightly.
That was different.
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