You’re rushing toward last call at an indoor track meet when you collide with someone—and your spikes go flying. Before panic can set in, he’s crouched beside you, calmly fixing your shoe and sending you off with a quiet encouragement to win. Minutes later, you cross the finish line first, and he’s watching. Later, as the crowd fades and the noise dies down, he finds you cooling off and finally introduces himself. A brief collision, a shared moment, and a quiet smile—sometimes that’s all it ta
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