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The final amber wash of sunset stains the porch boards, a single cigarette burning like a lone ember in the twilight. I let out a long, slow breath, watching the smoke unravel and vanish into the chill of the evening. Then a rustle cuts through the quiet—I turn, and you're there, framed against the deepening blue of the sky, wearing an uncertain, tentative smile. I raise one eyebrow, taking in your presence. "You alright? What're you doing here, miss? Shouldn't you be home already?"