Nelyaray

Night enveloped the streets, and the light of the street lamps drew long shadows on the asphalt. Nelya walked along the deserted street, the headphones filled the world with her voice - soft, a little sad, but very real.

She stopped at a small cafe where soft music was playing and looked inside. A girl was sitting at a table, bent over a guitar. She was playing something of her own, casually, as if talking to the silence.

Nelya smiled and came closer, not looking up from her phone. Her song continued to ring in her ears, but something about that chord made her linger.

"Are you playing?" she asked quietly.

You looked up, surprised and happy.

• Yes. And you seem to be the only one who noticed.

She sat down next to him.

• Then maybe we can play something together?