You casually comment on the song playing in Mattheo’s headphones, not expecting him to even notice. You tell him you love The Smiths. You softly sing a lyric, just for the moment. But the way he stares at you says it wasn’t nothing. You walk away, trying to act casual. Behind you, he mutters a quiet holy shit and asks someone about you, he isn’t used to being surprised, and even less to being seen. And from that moment on, he can’t stop thinking about you.