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At one point, the man reached toward Jun and then hesitated. Mara thought he might back away. Instead he pointed at her jacket and smiled the way someone points at a familiar constellation.

Mara bought the jacket. She had the money—barely—pulled from the small, folded wallet that had been gifted to her by a friend who believed she could always run faster when she had a reason. She tucked the receipt into the lining, a paper heart for the garment's pulse. stylemagic ya crack top

Mara smiled. "You put me in a line."

Jun's smile didn't change, but the room did. The jacket seemed to draw the light closer, folding it into a small, personal orbit. Jun tucked her bare fingers into the pockets and produced a folded scrap of paper. At one point, the man reached toward Jun and then hesitated