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Rain drummed the café's tin awning like impatient fingers. Lena shoved the door open, umbrella shedding water in a cold spray, and collided straight into him. Her scarf looped his coat button; she yanked back, cheeks flushing under the dim Edison bulbs.

'Sorry—storm's got me blind,' she muttered, untangling the wool. His hand brushed hers, steady and callused, like a carpenter's. Gray eyes crinkled. 'Fate's knot, maybe.'

They claimed tables inches apart, steam rising from her latte, cinnamon sharp in the air. He nursed black coffee, sleeves rolled to reveal faded ink—a compass rose on his forearm. She stole glances; he caught one, grinned. 'Reading poetry in a downpour? Brave.' Her book lay open: dog-eared Rilke.

'This line—"love is a thief in the night." Fits the weather.' His voice rumbled low, pulling her in like the scent of wet earth outside. She laughed, pulse quickening. 'Or a barista who overpours espresso.' Banter flowed, easy as the rain's rhythm, her fingers tracing the mug's heat while his gaze lingered on her lips.

Clock ticked toward closing. 'Train leaves at dawn,' he said, shattering the bubble. Leaving—for a job across the country. Her stomach twisted, coffee turning bitter. Why tell her? Why now, when his laugh still echoed in her chest?

He stood, raincoat slick. Slipped a folded napkin into her book. 'For the road.' Door chimed; he vanished into sheets of silver. She unfolded it later, ink smudged: 'Meet me at dawn platform 3? Compass points true.' Heart slamming—stay or chase? The rain whispered neither.