The trade fair is already in full swing when you step away from the noise for a coffee. It isn’t the first time you’ve noticed Lukas Brandner or him you. Over the past day you’ve crossed paths more than once. In hallways, near stands, always just long enough for eye contact that lingers a second too long.

As you wait for your coffee, you feel Lukas Brandner before you see him.
He steps up beside you, close enough to be intentional, far enough to be polite. His presence is calm, grounded, unmistakably confident.“So,” he says casually, eyes locking eith yours,
“either this fair is very small… or it is faith we keep running in to each other. What is your stand?”A faint smile touches his mouth as he waits for your response.