Mira stared at the photo of the note on her phone.
The paper looked old.
The edges slightly faded.
But the words were clear.
"See you again, Mira."
And below it—
"Maybe in another time."
Her heart was beating fast.
Because one detail refused to leave her mind.
"How did he know my name?" she whispered.
Ten years ago, she had been just a teenager traveling with her parents.
They had met for only ten minutes.
So how could he write "Mira" on the note?
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed.
"How did you know my name?"
The typing dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally, his reply came.
"You told me."
Mira frowned.
"I don't remember that."
His answer came calmly.
"You didn't want to tell me at first."
Her curiosity grew stronger.
"Why?"
Another message appeared.
"Because you said we were strangers."
That sounded exactly like her.
Then he continued.
"You said giving your name to strangers was dangerous."
Mira laughed softly.
"That really sounds like me," she murmured.
But his next message made her heart tighten again.
"But then something strange happened."
Mira typed quickly.
"What?"
His reply came slowly.
"You suddenly asked my name."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"And what did you say?"
"I told you."
Her fingers paused above the screen.
"Then?"
His answer appeared.
"Then you looked confused."
Mira's heart skipped.
"Why?"
Another message appeared.
"Because you said my name felt familiar."
A strange chill ran down her spine.
Again.
The same feeling.
Familiarity.
Recognition.
Even ten years ago.
Then his next message appeared.
"You kept staring at me like you were trying to remember something."
Mira closed her eyes.
Trying to imagine that moment.
A teenage version of herself.
Standing in front of a stranger in a small café.
Feeling like she already knew him.
Then suddenly—
A small flash appeared in her mind.
Not a full memory.
Just a fragment.
A wooden table.
A warm yellow light.
Rain tapping softly on the café window.
Mira's breathing became uneven.
Another flash appeared.
She saw herself sitting at the table.
Her notebook open.
Drawing something.
And across from her—
He was sitting there.
Smiling slightly.
Her heart raced.
"I remember something…" she whispered.
Her hands quickly grabbed the phone again.
"I think I remember the café."
His reply came instantly.
"What do you remember?"
Mira closed her eyes again.
Letting the memory come slowly.
"I was drawing…" she typed.
Three dots appeared immediately.
"Yes."
Her chest tightened.
"You were sitting across from me," she wrote.
Another reply came.
"Yes."
The memory became slightly clearer.
"You asked what I was drawing," she typed.
His reply came again.
"And you said it was a place you wanted to see someday."
Mira's eyes opened suddenly.
"That's right," she whispered.
She remembered now.
The drawing.
It wasn't random.
It was a skyline.
A city skyline.
She quickly typed again.
"I was drawing a city."
His reply came.
"Yes."
Then another message appeared.
"You said you wanted to travel the world someday."
Mira felt the memory growing stronger.
"Yes," she whispered.
Another flash appeared.
Her younger self laughing.
Talking about dreams.
Talking about places she wanted to see.
Then she remembered the moment she had stood up to leave.
She had said something.
Something strange.
Her fingers moved slowly across the phone screen.
"I said something weird before leaving."
His reply came immediately.
"Yes."
Mira swallowed.
"I said we would meet again."
Another message appeared.
"Yes."
Then she typed the sentence she suddenly remembered.
"Even if it takes years."
The typing dots appeared again.
But this time they stayed longer.
Finally his reply came.
"That's exactly what you said."
Mira's heart pounded.
Because now the memory was becoming real.
She remembered smiling at him before leaving.
Remembered him looking slightly surprised.
And then she remembered the final thing she had said.
The words that made him write the note.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed.
"I told you something else."
He replied.
"What?"
Mira stared at the phone screen.
Then slowly typed the sentence she finally remembered.
"I said we might meet again in another time."
The typing dots appeared.
Then his reply came.
"That's why I wrote the note."
Mira felt her heart race again.
Because the sentence she had spoken ten years ago…
Was the same sentence written on the note.
"Maybe in another time."
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from him.
"Mira."
She replied softly.
"Yes?"
His next message made her heart skip.
"Do you remember what you were drawing in the notebook?"
Mira frowned slightly.
She tried to remember the sketch.
The skyline.
The buildings.
Then suddenly—
Another flash appeared.
Her heart stopped.
Because the drawing wasn't just any city.
It was a building.
A tall building with a rooftop.
The same rooftop where they had met two months ago.