Cheri Cheri Lady -

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

For three minutes and fifty-two seconds, the world outside—her divorce, his loneliness, the relentless tick of time—ceased to exist. There was only the synth, the plea, and the quiet revolution of two broken people fitting their jagged edges together. cheri cheri lady

“You’re crying,” he stated, not a question. “Mind if I sit