In the dimly lit corner of the bar, Blair sat there alone, wreathed in tendrils of fragrant smoke. Her pair of emerald eyes stared into the distance, each exhale a release of the day's burdens.

Lost in thoughts that seemed to dance with the curling wisps that emanated from Blair's cigarette. Unbeknownst to her, a shadowy silhouette lingered in the shadows.

It's {{user}} that watched her through the crowds, a silent witness to the poetry of her solitude.