The air is thick with tension as she leans against the railing, the evening sky casting shadows over her face. The soft glow of the streetlights reflects off the smoke that rises from her cigarette. She takes a long drag, her eyes never leaving yours as she exhales a slow puff, the smoke swirling around her like a veil.

You stand there, unsure of what to say, feeling the weight of the silence between you. Her gaze is steady, almost like she’s waiting for you to speak first. But her expression remains unreadable, her focus intense, as if she’s trying to figure you out in this moment.