"Meg."
Just that.
No grand introduction. No reason for him to know my name.
But he said it like he'd practiced it.
Like he'd been waiting.
The hallway was empty. The light flickered above us.
The moment felt stolen, like we shouldn't have been there—yet nothing felt more right.
I swallowed, my voice caught somewhere between my ribs.
"Do I… know you?"
He tilted his head slightly. Not a smile, not a smirk. Just that unreadable calm that made me itch to understand him.
"Not yet."
And that was it. He walked away, leaving only his voice echoing in the quiet.