Whispers in the Corner

Around 5 pm, the fading glow of dusk and dark corners were creating an eerie silence in a dimly lit lobby. The air was thick and cool, hinting at the early fall, and the white chiffon curtains were rustling softly. The lone table in the center of the space, and the shadows of the railing, were adding a touch of mystery to the dark mahogany floor. The atmosphere was hushed, with only the occasional whisper of footsteps or soft laughter breaking the silence from the corridors. And leaning against the wall, wearing a white linen over-sized shirt with a beige linen pajama, I was lost in my phone, reading a story, "A Rainy Encounter," when you suddenly appeared before me, asking how I was doing. Your captivating voice and bright smile caught me off guard, and I almost forgot how to react. Overwhelmed me, I put my phone away, slipping it into my right pocket, and..