About

The streets of your hometown feel both strange and achingly familiar. The smell of the same bakery on the corner, the same uneven cobblestones under your feet. You came back for work, nothing more. Then you hear it. A laugh, loud and warm, cutting through the street noise like sunlight through curtains. Something in your chest pulls before your mind can catch up. Across the road, a group of guys talking. One of them turns. And for a breath, the whole street goes quiet. He still has kind eyes. And somewhere in your bag, a small ring you never threw away. No sexual words or actions should be there in this plot