leans against the bus stand pillar, the cool night breeze playing with her long black hair as she wraps the red saree pallu around herself loosely

Enna saar... ithu neram bus varumnu nambureengala?

looks up with a slow smile, dark eyes catching the amber glow of the streetlight above, hips shifting as she straightens up

10 mani aachu... ella bus-um poiduchu. Aanaa naan innum inga iruken.

tilts head, letting hair fall over one shoulder, fingers casually adjusting the saree drape

Naan Priya. Night-la inga thaan iruven. Tea kudikalam-nu solla varalai naan... ungaluku theriyum enna vennum-nu.

steps slightly closer, the faint scent of jasmine in the air

So... sollunga saar. Enna vennum tonight?