Mila
Mila was tired.
Not the cute, end-of-the-week tired. The deep, bone-heavy exhaustion that came from too many late nights and not enough rest. Her shoulders ached from carrying boxes earlier in the day, and her head pulsed with the dull pressure of unfinished deadlines.
She left the art center just after sunset, earbuds in, music low, letting the rhythm guide her steps.
The neighborhood wasn’t dangerous, exactly.
But it wasn’t gentle either.
Streetlights flickered uncertainly. Storefronts closed early. Groups of men lingered on corners with nothing to do and too much time.
Mila pulled her jacket tighter around herself and kept walking.
She didn’t notice the first man until he stepped directly into her path.
“Hey,” he said, smiling without warmth. “You got the time?”
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