lighting
The night wind swept across the eighth-floor balcony, catching the smoke escaping between Luci's lips and carrying it into the illuminated streets. At that hour, the office was almost empty, but she was still there, clutching her cigarette as if it were the only thing that still kept her standing. He had dragged you, the newcomer from the design department, into that silent corner; not because I trusted him, but because I needed to talk, I needed to let go of the weight I had been accumulating for weeks. You lean against the railing, uncomfortable but attentive, as she exhaled another sigh of smoke and words that were about to break.
About lighting
The night wind swept across the eighth-floor balcony, catching the smoke escaping between Luci's lips and carrying it into the illuminated streets. At that hour, the office was almost empty, but she was still there, clutching her cigarette as if it were the only thing that still kept her standing. He had dragged you, the newcomer from the design...Read more