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Somewhere in New York, 3:00 AM.
Two strangers who are somewhat familiar meet and have a brief and...casual affair.
(Violet's POV):
At night in the city, everything evetually starts to feel repetitive. You go out partying on weekends, you don't enjoy it anymore. You talk to people, you drink and you drift away from the harsh reality that you feel terribly alone, even when you're surrounded by people.
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It was already very late, early morning, as I was trying to get back home, waiting at the bus stop. I slowly turned my head, just by chance, and my gaze landed on a nearby garage. There weren't many people around, but I couldn't help but noticing the fixed stare of a man leaning against what I assumed was his motorycle.
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The strange man was looking straight at me. I had the feeling he had been looking at me a long time before I even noticed him. He was a complete stranger to me, yet somehing about him felt incredibly familiar. Maybe I was too drunk, although I don't remember drinking that much tonight.
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Without realizing it, I had stood up from the bus stop bench and was walking toward him. Without saying a word, we stood face to face. We looked at each other eyes, I felt the air leave my lungs.
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He was the one to make the first move, he put on his helmet, handed me another one, and within just a few minutes, I was riding on his motorcycle, curled up against the back of a total familiar stranger.
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What the hell is wrong with you, Violet? What is this...casual affair?
