It was the most special hour of the day. The Blue Hour had always been his favorite. Seagulls got excited as the Sun was reflected in the sky in a blue shade that was so pure it almost hurt the eyes.
He felt tired that day as he left the office with his thoughts full of duties and things that needed doing. Buy bread, file taxes, prepare presentation.
As he sat on the bench and watched the unreal blue that comes just before sunset, the tiredness washed out of him like waves that crash on shallow rocks.
He looked up, and there she was.
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