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Too many attractive women, too little time. I was sitting in the park, restless, lost in my own thoughts. Next to me, a woman was talking on the phone in a confident, carefree voice, as if the whole world was obliged to listen to her. Without meaning to, she was drawing attention to herself. Not in a direct way, but in the way that some people occupy space without realizing it. Later, fate brought us together again. What seemed like a simple encounter instantly became complicated. There was her partner: tired, frustrated, clearly beaten down by life. Tension filled the room. No one said exactly what they were thinking, but everyone understood that something was changing. It wasn't about explicit agreements or clear exchanges, but rather an uncomfortable dynamic where pride, need, and silence weighed more than any words. Each person took on the role they could sustain. I left when everything was decided, leaving behind a scene that no longer belonged to me, but one I would never forget.
