Typing.....

 It all started with a ping.

“What’s the most random thing that made you smile today?”

He hesitated after hitting send, unsure if it was too forward. But then again, she wasn’t just anyone. She was the girl who made silence feel like music.

She replied.

"A stranger danced in the rain with zero shame… kinda reminded me of you."

The night flowed like that effortless, playful.

“If we swapped lives for a day, what would surprise me most about being you?” he asked.

“Probably how much overthinking I do... even if I act like I have it all together,” she typed. “Your turn.”

“You’d find out I actually talk a lot... just not out loud.”

They laughed in texts, sent each other memes, and debated over the best ice cream flavor. It wasn't just a conversation. it was chemistry, pixel by pixel.

Then he got bolder.

“ you text like someone I’d want to get coffee with. The long kind of coffee. The sit for hours and forget ourselves as time passes kind.”

“You’d probably be fun in person,” she replied, “as long as you’re not catfishing me with charm.”

He grinned, alone in his room.

“Not really, the charm is worse in person. Total hazard.”

It felt real. Like they weren’t just texting, but... connecting.

Then came the deeper questions.

“What’s one thing people misunderstand about you?”

“That being quiet means I’m cold. I just like to feel things first, talk later.”

Typing...

Typing...

Typing...

The phone buzzed once more.

“This convo’s actually making my sleepy” she wrote. “But I won’t let you steal all my attention... not yet.”

He wanted to say more. Wanted to ask when they could actually meet. But the words floated in his mind like feathers soft, weightless, drifting....

Until the light on his screen dimmed.

And he opened his eyes.

He was in bed.

The phone was dark. No messages. No ping. Just a faint memory of someone he hadn’t met yet... or maybe once did, in a world that only existed in dreams.