We moved somewhere quieter, then kept talking there too.
Thomas told me stories about training, competitions, injuries, and people who had underestimated him.
I told him about my family, the things I wanted from life, and the mistakes I was convinced I would never make again.
He listened carefully.
That was what surprised me.
Thomas had the confidence of someone who could easily dominate a conversation, but he didn’t.
When I spoke, he looked directly at me.
He asked questions. He remembered little things I mentioned an hour earlier.
And I realized there was something between us.
Chemistry.
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