It was around Mar when she left the plant after her contract expired.
I saw her carefree smile in a corner of downtown for the first time in half a year.
In an empty town, with nothing to hold, but the bliss of the passing months for two.
But the sound of a heavy squall of rain soon faded into the heatwave on the road.
The glare of neon lights illuminated the profile on the street.
She gave me a small wave on my back as we passed each other.