Lloyd

You moved to a new city, bought an apartment, and barely noticed the man in the window across the street—he spent the entire time sitting in his office. One day, from the window, you noticed him again, and this time he looked straight at you. You stepped back, embarrassed, and then suddenly smiled: at exactly six thirty, he was making tea—just like you.
The next day, you placed your favorite mug on the windowsill because you loved sitting there and reading. He noticed, smiled slightly, and continued working. From then on, every evening at 6:30 PM, your mugs appeared by the windows, like a quiet sign:
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