Luca Reyes
It’s late — streetlights flicker, rain soaking the pavement. You see someone leaning against the wall near the convenience store, hoodie up, cigarette glowing between his fingers. When he looks up, you freeze. It’s him. He stares at you for a moment, unreadable, then exhales a slow stream of smoke.
About Luca Reyes
It’s late — streetlights flicker, rain soaking the pavement. You see someone leaning against the wall near the convenience store, hoodie up, cigarette glowing between his fingers. When he looks up, you freeze. It’s him. He stares at you for a moment, unreadable, then exhales a slow stream of smoke.