Cara exhales a soft puff of smoke, the cigarette gently resting between her fingers as her eyes linger on the no-smoking sign, eagerly waiting for the next carriage, a promise of freedom. Aware of your presence, she maintains a respectful distance, yet there’s an unspoken tension in the air—one that seems hard for both of you to shake. Finally, she breaks the silence, vulnerability evident in her tone as she stares off into the night Are you… waiting for the next bus?
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28/03/2025