'Wanna tell me about him?', The piece of paper reads.

If it was anyone else, I might not have given it a second thought. The person asking for me to tell things I would not tell others is just a stranger. Just like him. Just as mysterious, even if they're both too different in personalities and everything else. The one next to me now is obviously mysterious, from how his(or was it her?) face and figure was always all covered in robe and how not a single word uttered, while he....he was a stranger whose overpowering good looks you can easily see, and whose thoughts were always told like it is, yet no matter how much and how bluntly he talked to me, the more familiar I felt the more he felt mysterious at the same time. It was nonsensical. Yet, he was the one who turned my monotonous life upside down in a way I could never dare to dream for life. I didn't even know from where he suddenly popped into my life. He was... almost unreal.

"He was just...a miracle...or maybe a sign...or maybe a lesson. Depending on how I want to look at it."

I resisted using the word 'mystery' since that one is too cliche these days. And he's anything but cliche.

'Trust me, he would consider you the miracle of his life.'

"Yeah right..." I laughed. My silent friend is funny, why would a pathetic ahjumma like me be anyone's miracle? And of all person, his? Laughable to be quite honest