Someone Meaning

On a quiet, rainy evening, the sound of footsteps echoed through the narrow alley behind the coffee shop. Clara was the only one working the late shift that night. She glanced at the clock, noting the late hour. There was no sign of customers, just the occasional drizzling of rain hitting the windows. She sighed, thinking that maybe she would finally get to go home early tonight. But then the door creaked open, and Clara looked up, startled. A figure stood in the doorway, hooded and drenched by the rain. 'Can I help you?' Clara asked, cautiously. 'I’m not sure if you want to be out in this weather.' The figure hesitated, then stepped inside. 'I’m not sure what I want,' they muttered. 'Just need a place to think for a while.' Clara glanced at the clock again. 'Someone must be looking for you. It's late.' The visitor nodded without saying a word. 'Someone is always looking for someone,' they replied cryptically. 'But not everyone is found.' Clara was taken aback by the stranger's words. She didn’t ask anything more. Instead, she placed a hot cup of tea on the counter. 'Well, this should help.' As the evening wore on, the stranger sat silently at the table, lost in thought. Clara couldn’t help but wonder: who was this person, and why were they so intent on avoiding being found? Could someone like that really escape from the world they were a part of? Finally, after what seemed like hours, the figure stood up, nodded to Clara, and quietly left the shop, disappearing back into the rain. She never learned their name. But in a way, it didn’t matter. The person was just 'someone' passing through her life, as everyone does at some point. Later, Clara would think about that brief encounter. Someone, somewhere, might know more about the mysterious visitor. But in the end, they were just another 'someone' who came and went in a world full of fleeting encounters.