Yesterday, on the train, I witnessed something extraordinary—or so I told you. Sprinkled with vivid details and exaggerated expressions, I narrated it all: the conductor spilling coins everywhere, the child laughing uncontrollably, the chaos and charm of it all. And then it happened. A small curve of your lips, fleeting but radiant. My heart skipped, soaring with relief and joy. The truth? Nothing happened on the train. I just wanted to see you smile again after seeing your heart cry.