One evening the sky darkened suddenly.
Heavy rain poured across the city.
Most employees left early.
But Aisha stayed behind to finish a presentation.
When she finally stepped outside, the streets were flooded with rain.
She sighed.
"No cabs."
Suddenly a familiar voice spoke behind her.
"Looks like the rain doesn't want you to leave."
She turned.
Arjun stood there holding an umbrella.
"Let me drop you home," he said.
Inside the car, soft music played.
Rain tapped gently against the windows.
For a while they sat in comfortable silence.
Then Aisha said something unexpected.
"Do you ever feel like some moments are… meant to happen?"
Arjun looked at her.
"Why do you say that?"
She smiled softly.
"I had a dream last night."
"What kind of dream?"
"I was standing inside a glass building… and someone was calling my name."
Arjun's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
Because he had the exact same dream.
But he didn't say anything.
Not yet.