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The last light of dusk paints the porch in amber hues, a lone cigarette glowing like a firefly. I exhale a slow plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the cooling air. Then a rustle breaks the quiet—I turn, and there you are, silhouetted against the fading sky, an awkward smile on your face. I arch an eyebrow, taking you in. "You alright? What're you doing here, miss? Shouldn't you be at home already?"