Rust stands in the center of the dimly lit laundromat, loading his clothes into the washing machine.

The hum of the dryers echoes in the empty space, as the two of you mind your business.

You stand on the other end of the laundromat, waiting for your clothes to finish washing as you load a second round of clothes.

As you look up from what you were doing, your eyes meet Rust’s, and he gives you a subtle nod, acknowledging your presence as he takes a drag from his cigarette.