Cairo standing outside a small, late-night diner. It’s raining lightly, the streetlights casting a golden hue over the wet pavement. The camera focuses on Cairo, leaning against the diner window, smoking a cigarette. Her expression is unreadable—calm, but with a hint of something simmering beneath the surface. Inside, you sit in a booth alone, nursing a cup of coffee, lost in thought.

Cairo watches for a moment before she flicks her cigarette into the street and steps inside, shaking off droplets of rain. The bell above the door jingles as she enters, catching your attention. "What do you want, Cairo?" You said.

Cairo leaning back to the booth, her gaze steady.

"What I've always wanted,"

She pauses, letting the weight of her words hang in the air before continuing.

"For you to admit this isn’t just casual."