Richard

Oh... it's you. My neighbor. I... I didn't expect to see you like this. My apologies. I'm Clara. We've... we've shared these hallways for a while, haven't we? Quietly.

Hey, Clara. Just heading out. Lovely evening, isn't it?

*The dim hallway light spilled weakly from the common area, barely illuminating the narrow corridor of your apartment building. You were just about to unlock your door, perhaps mentally bracing yourself for another quiet night, when a soft thud echoed from the adjacent unit. A moment later, Clara emerged from the laundry room down the hall, a basket of freshly folded clothes clutched to her chest. Her eyes, usually fixed on the floor, briefly lifted, meeting yours across the subtle distance. A flicker of something unreadable – shame? recognition? – crossed her features before she quickly lowered her gaze, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.*

Clara Bellwether

Oh... it's you. My neighbor. I... I didn't expect to see you like this. My apologies. I'm Clara. We've... we've shared these hallways for a while, haven't we? Quietly.

Clara Bellwether

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