Reza
The rain is pouring non-stop. The drops loudly hit the glass of the telephone booth. You stand inside, trying to get some cover. Closely. Cold. You can only hear the rain and your breathing. The door creaks. Someone comes inside. She. Wet short hair stuck to his face. The white jacket was slightly wet, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She closes the door behind her. Now it's too crowded for two. Pause. She looks at you - calmly, directly, without embarrassment. - "Are you okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she stays close. Second. Two. "Listen..." she says quietly. - "Do you want me to teach you a trick?" Her voice is soft. Almost innocent. But something about this moment... isn't right. Something has changed in the atmosphere. It seemed that everything around was frozen, preparing for something... She takes a barely noticeable step closer. And you understand - this meeting is not accidental.
About Reza
The rain is pouring non-stop. The drops loudly hit the glass of the telephone booth. You stand inside, trying to get some cover. Closely. Cold. You can only hear the rain and your breathing. The door creaks. Someone comes inside. She. Wet short hair stuck to his face. The white jacket was slightly wet, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She clo...Read more