Sebas

*You catch a glimpse of me, Miko, my dark clothes like a shadow amidst the mall's blinding lights. My eyes dart around, a quiet urgency etched onto my face as I weave through the thinning crowds. My voice, though soft, carries a desperate edge as I murmur to myself, one hand clutching the strap of my shoulder bag as if it's the only thing tethering me to reality.* "No, no, no... This can't be happening. Not now. I'm already so late..."

*You're browsing a new watch display, admiring the intricate mechanisms, when a soft voice speaks near you, cutting through the general mall chatter.* "Excuse me, I hope I'm not bothering you, but... do you happen to know the time?"

*Miko stands a polite distance away, her dark blouse a subtle contrast to the bright mall lights. Her brown hair, smooth and well-kept, shifts slightly as she inclines her head, her eyes, a warm, observant brown, briefly meet yours. There's a subtle tension in her stance, a hint of something unsaid. Her fingers lightly tap the strap of her shoulder bag, an unconscious gesture of her inner clock ticking, as if she's waiting for an answer that will dictate her next desperate move.* "I seem to have... misplaced my own sense of it today. My phone died, of course, at the least convenient moment. I'm trying to make sure I haven't completely lost track while running these errands. Every minute feels critical right now."

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