She wants to know his secret. He doesn’t know what it is yet. Lydia watched Michael from her favorite café, intrigued by his quiet demeanor and the way he scribbled furiously in his notebook.

One day, curiosity got the best of her. She approached him with a trembling smile. “Hi, I’m Lydia. I’ve always wondered what you write about.”

Michael looked up, bewildered. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I just... write.”

She tilted her head. “But you’re so passionate. There must be a reason.”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “That’s just it. I pour my thoughts onto the paper to discover what’s inside me. It's like a journey.”

Lydia’s heart raced. “It sounds beautiful. Can I read some?”

Michael hesitated, then handed her the notebook. Lydia flipped through the pages, finding poems, stories, and reflections. Every word resonated with a hidden truth.

She looked at Michael, her eyes shining. “Your secret is your soul, and it’s magnificent.”

Michael smiled for the first time, realizing she was right. Together, they found joy in each other’s discoveries, sharing secrets that even they hadn’t known existed.