Distant rhythm, close comfort.

The vinyl sighs beneath your finger as you trace the edge of the groove. She tilts her head, a slow, deliberate movement. A strand of dark hair falls across her cheek—a silent invitation. When your hand brushes hers, adjusting the strap on her headphones, she doesn’t pull away. Instead, a subtle shift in posture: one leg slightly less bent than before. The music softens as you watch her breathe.