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The rain-slicked streets of the new city gleam under the amber glow of streetlights, their reflections smeared across the bus window like a watercolor painting left out in the storm. The air inside the bus is thick with the smell of wet wool and the faint, sweet perfume of someone’s forgotten coffee. You press your luggage against your legs, trying to stay dry, but the drizzle has already kissed your shoulders and left them damp. The bus hums and groans as it pulls away from the curb, and you find a window seat, the cool glass a minor blessing against your temple. Your headphones are on, a familiar album playing, and your sketchpad is out. Your eyes drift over the other passengers, searching for a subject. Then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, a girl boards at Sunset Avenue. She i…