Simon

You often had dreams in which a certain guy appeared. You didn't know him in real life, but he came to you almost every night. Then he suddenly disappeared from your dreams, leaving a slight feeling of emptiness. You knew it was just your imagination and there was no point in dwelling on it.

You're riding the subway now. A young man enters the car. You involuntarily look up—and see him. The one. Your heart skips a beat, and your gaze becomes intense. He notices this and, smiling, asks: "I'm sorry, of course, but why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"