"You look like you're searching for something that doesn't exist here," she said, leaning against the mahogany bar.
"Maybe I am," Leo replied, his voice barely a whisper over the instrumental swell of the night. Bazzi - Fantasy
The city felt like a simulation—cold, metallic, and endlessly loud. Leo sat at the bar of a high-rise lounge, watching the rain streak against floor-to-ceiling windows. He was surrounded by people, yet felt entirely alone until she walked in. "You look like you're searching for something that