She saw him leaning against the railing, silhouetted against the skyline. As she stepped out of the car, the chorus reached its peak. The world felt like it was moving at 1.5x speed—the wind in her hair, the racing pulse in her chest, the way he looked when he finally turned around.

In that moment, the song wasn't just background noise; it was the blueprint. Everything was about to collide, and for once, she didn't want to slow down.

She didn’t reply. She just pressed the gas. The pitched-up melody made everything feel lighter, like the gravity of her nerves had been halved.