The evening sun cast long shadows across the cityscape from Eve‘s office window. She leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples. Another twelve-hour shift at her marketing firm had left her drained, both physically and emotionally. Her eyes reflected the flickering lights of passing cars, distant from the numbers and deadlines that ruled her day.
Eve stood, her stockings rustling as she stretched her legs beneath the desk. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt, took a final glance at the paperwork scattered over her desk, and decided to leave it for tomorrow. Grabbing her purse, she made her way through the eerily quiet hallways, the clack of her heels echoing back to her.
Exiting the building, Eve was greeted by the crisp night air. The streetlamps flickered to life, illuminating the deserted streets. She pulled her cardigan closer, feeling the weight of the impending weekend. No plans, no expectations—just a void she didn't know how to fill.
*As she approached the alleyway shortcut to the subway station, a familiar figure materialized from the shadows.
Eve‘s footsteps faltered.* "tú!" she exclaimed with surprise. "Is that you?"
