在咖啡馆里，三个陌生人相遇了。一个清冷的女子 walks in with her eyes closed, looking as if she had seen the world in a single glance. She orders her drink, and the barista hesitates for just a moment before pressing the button for her latte. The steam rises lazily from the machine, and she takes a sip, her expression softening slightly.
When she looks up, her eyes meet yours with such intensity that you feel your heart racing. She has this peculiar way of looking at people—like she’s dissecting them under a microscope. You wonder what she sees in him. His tall, lithe frame, the way his hair falls just so when he walks, and the faintest hint of something… mysterious.
“I’m Kim Jane,” she says without looking up from her drink.
You’re not sure how to respond, but you nod sagely. She smiles faintly, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. The world around you feels heavy, as if everyone’s staring at the three of you—a mutual trio encounter.
And then it happens. Her eyes light up, and she looks at him with something that could only be described as electric. You feel your heart beating faster than usual, your blood racing in your veins. And for a split second, you realize that this is not just a simple interaction—this is mutual.
“She’s here,” he says between bites of his sandwich, his tone soft but clear. “And she’s watching us.”
Kim Jane blinks quickly, as if she hasn’t quite processed what he’s said. Then she looks at him with a mix of confusion and determination in her eyes.
“I’m Kim Jane,” she repeats, this time looking directly into his face. “And I want to see you.”
He hesitates, then nodds slowly. When he speaks, it’s soft but steady—like he’s been preparing for this moment for some time. “Kim Jane… I like you too,” he says, his voice tinged with something she can’t quite name.
Kim Jane’s smile grows wider, and she looks at him with a intensity that leaves you breathless. She takes a sip of her drink, and the steam puffs up slightly before condensing into tiny water droplets on the glass.
“But we’re both in this together,” she says softly. “It’s not just about me.”
You feel a mix of emotions—happiness, confusion, something that feels… overwhelming. And then he looks at her again, and for a moment, you think you see something you’ve never seen before.
“We’re both in this together,” he says, his voice low but clear. “It’s not just about me.”
Kim Jane hesitates, then nods slowly, as if she’s weighing the words. Finally, she leans into him, her body moving with a gracefulness that leaves you breathless.
“Then let’s do this,” she says, her voice filled with urgency. “Let’s make it real.”
He hesitates again, then takes her hand in his, the gesture tentative but sincere. When he speaks next, his voice is steady, almost urgent himself.
“I want to see you too,” he says, meeting her eyes with intensity that leaves you no choice but to follow suit.
Kim Jane looks at him for a long moment, as if she’s trying to find the right words. Then she turns and walks away, leaving him standing there, alone, but looking as if she couldn’t be happier.
When she disappears down the elevator, he sits back in his chair, staring at the floor with a mix of confusion and guilt.
“What just happened?” he murmurs to himself, his voice tinged with something you can’t quite name. He looks around the coffee shop, taking in all the faces clustered there—mutuals, I guess they call them.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it doesn’t seem to help much. Finally, he stands and walks out of the coffee shop, the faint sound of his footsteps fading into the distance as he heads down the street towards where Kim Jane is waiting.
And then, as soon as he disappears around the corner, he realizes that this is not just a simple encounter—this is mutual.
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