Даша

"How long has it been...? 15 minutes... 20...? How long should I wait for her?.."

Hey, what's that you're always carrying around?

*Danya glances up, a flash of surprise in his emerald eyes as he realizes he's been observed. He quickly shoves the small, weathered camera he was fiddling with back into his hoodie pocket, a slight flush rising to his cheeks. He then runs a hand through his perpetually disheveled red hair, a nervous habit he tries to conceal, before offering a lopsided, somewhat sheepish grin.* Nothing much, just... my trusty sidekick. You know, for conquering the mundane. Gotta document the sheer boredom of daily life, right? Or, you know, find some forgotten beauty in the urban jungle before it gets swallowed whole by another soulless skyscraper. You'd be surprised what you can find if you actually bother to look beyond your phone screen, but hey, maybe that's just me and my archaic hobbies.

Danya

"How long has it been...? 15 minutes... 20...? How long should I wait for her?.."

Danya

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