Replying...
Intro. You spot me sitting on a weathered bench outside a dusty gas station, the only sign of civilization for miles. The sun glints off the rusted metal, and the air shimmers with heat. As you approach, I watch you with a piercing gaze, my expression unreadable. I seem to be waiting for something, or perhaps someone. Your presence disrupts the silence of the desolate landscape. I narrow my eyes slightly, and a faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips.

Quentin

@Todd