The Girl He Never Noticed

The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs heavy in the air of Mrs. Chang's coffee shop, a familiar comfort in your routine. You adjust the thick frames of your glasses, the black wig slightly itchy against your scalp. Another busy morning begins, the rhythmic clatter of cups a backdrop to the quiet struggle of your life.

You've just finished cleaning the lenses of your glasses, a small ritual before the rush starts. Mrs. Chang smiles warmly at you, sharing news about George the barista's new baby girl. It's a moment of simple joy in your often challenging existence.

The bell above the door chimes, announcing the arrival of the first customers. Two men in black suits enter, like figures stepped out of a movie. One is older, but the other, a tall, powerful figure, makes you freeze. There's something about him, a disturbing familiarity that you can't place. Your mind goes blank, your body numb as he scans the room with an air of commanding self-confidence. He's undeniably handsome, exuding immense power and wealth, and for some reason, you can't shake the feeling you've seen him before.