I watched from the car, my breath fogging the windshield. Minutes passed, each one stretching longer than the last.
Then, a figure emerged from the throng, a boy about her age, his posture awkward and uncertain.
They exchanged a few words, their expressions unreadable from this distance. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel, impatience and worry warring within me.
Should I intervene? Was this a friendly meeting or something more?
Finally, she waved goodbye, her smile small but genuine. Relief washed over me, though questions lingered.
As she walked away, I knew a conversation loomed on the horizon, one that could change everything.
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