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Midnight at the crosswalk
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61 days agoMidnight at the Crosswalk
Lena always thought the city had a rhythm of its own—honking horns, flashing neon signs, the distant hum of late-night jazz spilling out from underground clubs. But that night, as rain slicked the pavement and blurred the streetlights, the city’s usual buzz seemed to pause.
She stood at the crosswalk on 42nd and Broadway, umbrella forgotten in her hand, when she noticed him—dressed in a worn leather jacket, eyes locked on hers across the street. The light changed, and he started to cross, not breaking his gaze.
Their steps synchronized, the world shrinking to just the two of them. As he reached her side, he smiled, a hint of mystery behind it. “You dropped this,” he said, holding up her umbrella.
She smiled back, heart suddenly racing faster than the city’s pulse. “Maybe I wanted an excuse to talk to you.”
They walked together beneath the rain, two strangers suddenly entwined in a story the city was eager to writ