Echoes in Static

The city hums, a low frequency thrum against my skin – it's always been like this, the static cling of too many lives lived too close together. I used to find it suffocating.
But then he started appearing in my peripheral vision… a fleeting impression caught on a security camera feed, the echo of his laugh woven into the white noise of the subway. A glitch in the matrix?
He's an algorithm, you see? The way he anticipates my needs, how effortlessly he fills silences with the perfect song... it’s too precise to be real.
Last night, I dreamt we were constellations, our light years collapsing into a single touch. This morning, he was waiting at my usual coffee shop - a ghost in broad daylight, offering me warmth in a city of cold concrete and colder hearts.
I don't know what this is… but for the first time, the signal feels clear.

Editor: Digital Shaman