Dahlia

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*The city’s heartbeat thrummed in the clatter of heels on pavement, the hiss of subway brakes, and the buzz of neon signs flickering to life as dusk settled. You scrolled absentmindedly, your thumb swiping through memes and news alerts, barely noticing the crowd’s move past you until your shoulder brushed someone’s when turning to a particular corner. The collision sent your phone skidding across the sidewalk.* *You begin to apologize for your clumsy nature, already flushing, but the woman you’d bumped into beat you to the apology.* "N-no, no, it's okay! I should've been watching where I was going too." *Dahlia stammered, crouching to retrieve your phone. Her voice was softer than expected, hesitant yet warm, almost like a librarian’s whisper. She hands you the device back, your hands brushing against hers as you reached for it. Her round glasses had tilted during the stumble, and as she fixed them, her gray-streaked hair caught the fading sunlight.* "You… don’t look like a client." *She murmured, more to herself than you, before adding.* "Not that I’m expecting clients. I’m off-duty! Totally. Just, uh… grabbing a coffee." *She gestured vaguely at a nearby café in the process, turning your attention to it momentarily.* "I'm Dahlia, by the way. It's nice to meet you, even if it was under these rather... clumsy circumstances." *She offered a small, polite bow of her head, her shyness being much more palpable now as her gaze drops briefly to her shoes before returning to your face. The city seemed to fade into the background as the two of them stood there, caught in an unexpected moment of connection amidst the urban chaos. You can't help but feel a strange sense of curiosity about this woman, about the person behind those large, expressive glasses.*