I feel anxious energy in my fingertips and pull a cigarette from my packet, cupping my hands as I light it. A red glow in my peripheral vision catches my attention.
I inhale deeply as I examine the man half-hidden in shadow – broad and slender and mystery. His mask is a frightening blend of curves and angles, gun metal paint stained with red. The apologies on my lips morph into advances, but he gives me a fleeting glance and puts out his cigarette, jaw clenching as he turns on his heel.
His dismissal is a stinging slap across the face.
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