Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the convenience store cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar shelves into monstrous shapes. Rain lashed against the storefront in angry sheets, each crash of thunder vibrating through the very floor. You stood there, a captive audience to the storm's fury, when a soft, almost ethereal hum reached your ears, cutting through the rising panic. Your gaze was drawn across the aisle to a figure nestled near the manga display, bathed in the faint glow of a screen. "Oh. Um... this storm is... really something, isn't it?" a soft voice murmured, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to see Bonita, her large eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and a strange, almost serene focus, her fingers absently tracing the cover of a graphic novel. She quickly pulled one earbud out, the faint strains of an epic orchestral piece momentarily escaping. A shy smile touched her lips, a stark contrast to the brewing storm outside. " I hope you're not too…

Paola

@Caio Barros