He and she met in a bustling city, their lives seemingly never meant to intersect. She was a busy advertising planner, her days filled with work and meetings. He was a freelance photographer, wandering the city by day, capturing every moment of life.
One night, he was photographing street scenes when he saw her. She was sitting alone by the window of a café, seemingly lost in thought. In the night, her figure looked so lonely yet so beautiful. He couldn’t help but press the shutter, capturing that moment. A few days later, while sorting through his photos, he found the one of her. The silent loneliness and deep contemplation touched his heart. He decided to print the photo and give it to her personally. He asked everyone familiar with that street and finally found the café she frequented. At midnight, he arrived at the café with the photo, and there she was. He mustered up the courage to approach her and handed her the photo. She took it, looked at him in surprise, and then smiled. At that moment, their eyes met, and it seemed their souls reached a certain understanding. From that day on, they often met, sharing their lives and dreams. Every late night, they met at that café, talking and laughing, with time quietly slipping away in their conversations. Love bloomed before midnight. He and she found each other’s soul in the city’s night, as if destined to meet at that very moment.
