28/01/2025
“The Day I Stopped Scrolling & Started Living…”
There’s a girl at the coffee shop who always sits by the window.
Today, she wasn’t staring at her phone. She was laughing at the rain.
I watched her sketch in a notebook, ink bleeding into the pages like tiny storms. Her hair was a mess of curls, and she’d accidentally smudged charcoal on her cheek. When the barista called her name—*“Luna!”*—she tripped over her boots rushing to grab her latte.
I didn’t plan to talk to her. But then she dropped her pen, and it rolled to my feet. I picked it up, held it out, and said the dumbest thing: *“You draw like someone who’s memorized the sound of their own heartbeat.”*
She didn’t laugh. She tilted her head, eyes narrowing like she could see the galaxies I’d scribbled in my own journal. *“Prove it,”* she said, sliding into the seat across from me.
Turns out, Luna collects mismatched socks, hates horoscopes (*“I’m a chaos asteroid, not a Gemini”*), and believes the best love stories start with awkward moments and end with shared fries. By sunset, we’d filled three pages with terrible poetry and a map of all the rooftop gardens in the city.
Moral of the story?
**Put down the phone.**
The magic isn’t in the algorithm—it’s in the girl with charcoal smudges who turns rainy days into adventures.
*✨ Tag someone who’d trade a DM for a real-life plot twist.*
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**P.S.** *If this gets 1K likes, I’ll tell you what happened when we tried to find that “hidden rooftop”… 🌿*
