Mira stared at him in silence.
Her tea sat untouched on the table.
Her mind was trying to process the impossible reality in front of her.
The man who had existed only in her dreams for weeks…
Was now sitting across from her in a café.
In real life.
He looked exactly the same.
The calm expression.
The thoughtful eyes.
Even the quiet way he rested his hand near the cup while sitting.
Everything felt familiar.
Too familiar.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then he leaned back slightly in the chair.
"You look like you're about to faint."
Mira blinked.
"I'm not."
"You are."
She took a deep breath.
"Can you blame me?"
He chuckled softly.
"No, not really."
Mira leaned forward slightly.
"Okay… I need to ask something."
"Go ahead."
"You're real… right?"
He raised one eyebrow.
"That's your first question?"
"Yes."
He lightly tapped the table with his fingers.
"As far as I know, yes."
Mira frowned.
"That's not funny."
"I'm not joking."
She sighed.
"This is insane."
"A little."
"A little?"
He shrugged.
"I've had stranger weeks."
Mira stared at him again.
"You're taking this very calmly."
"That's because I've had time to get used to it."
Her eyes widened.
"Get used to it?"
He nodded.
"I've been seeing you on that rooftop for longer than you've been seeing me."
The sentence hit Mira like a shock.
"Wait… what?"
"How long?" she asked quickly.
He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"About two months."
Mira nearly dropped her cup.
"Two months?!"
She lowered her voice quickly when people nearby looked at her.
"You're serious?"
"Yes."
Mira leaned back in disbelief.
"But I only started seeing the rooftop about three weeks ago."
He nodded slowly.
"I know."
"How could you know that?"
"Because before that… you couldn't see me."
Her brain froze.
"…What?"
He looked at her carefully.
"For the first month, I was the only one there."
"What do you mean?"
"I would appear on the rooftop every night."
"And you weren't there."
Mira's heart was pounding again.
"You're saying you were alone?"
"Yes."
"Then what happened?"
He looked directly into her eyes.
"One night… you suddenly appeared."
Mira swallowed slowly.
"You're telling me…"
"…I just appeared in your dream?"
"Exactly."
For a moment, the café noise faded again.
This conversation felt unreal.
Two strangers discussing a shared dream like it was completely normal.
Mira rubbed her forehead.
"This doesn't make sense."
"I know."
"People don't share dreams."
"Apparently we do."
She stared at him again.
"I thought you were just part of my imagination."
He smiled slightly.
"I thought the same thing about you."
Mira let out a small laugh.
A nervous one.
"So we both thought the other person wasn't real."
"Pretty much."
Silence settled between them again.
But this time it wasn't uncomfortable.
It felt… strangely natural.
Then Mira asked the question that had been bothering her the most.
"Why that rooftop?"
He shook his head.
"I don't know."
"You never saw it before the dreams?"
"No."
"Me neither."
She sighed.
"This feels like a movie."
"Or a very strange story."
Mira hesitated for a moment before asking the next question.
"The ring."
He immediately looked at his hand.
The silver ring.
The same one Mira had noticed weeks ago.
"You noticed it," he said.
"I noticed it the first week."
"And?"
"And you wear the same one here."
He smiled slightly.
"Of course I do."
Mira leaned forward.
"So the dreams are connected to real life."
"Seems like it."
She shook her head slowly.
"This is unbelievable."
He studied her face for a moment.
Then he asked quietly,
"You don't seem scared."
Mira thought about it.
Then she answered honestly.
"I should be."
"But I'm not."
"Why?" he asked.
She looked directly at him.
"Because somehow… meeting you feels familiar."
For a brief second, his calm expression changed.
Something softer appeared in his eyes.
Then he said something that made Mira's heart skip again.
"You know what's strange?"
"What?"
"I felt the same way the first time you appeared on the rooftop."
Mira's heart started racing again.
The situation felt bigger now.
Like something important had just begun.
Then he extended his hand across the table.
"Since we've officially met in real life…"
"…we should probably introduce ourselves."
Mira looked at his hand.
Then shook it.
"My name is Mira."
He smiled slightly.
"I know."
She blinked.
"How?"
He leaned back in his chair again.
The same calm confidence as on the rooftop.
Then he said something that made her completely freeze.
"You told me in the dream."
Mira's eyes widened.
"…When?"
He smiled.
"Chapter 12 of our rooftop conversations."
And suddenly Mira realized something terrifying.
Maybe their dreams had been much longer…
Than she remembered.