As the night deepened, Aning did not turn on the lights inside. The windows stood wide open with sheer curtains draping the sides, while the brilliant neon lights outside overshadowed the pale moonlight.
Holding a wineglass, Aning stood by the window, watching the bustling, lively street life outside. This window seemed to isolate her from everything else.
A crisp knock on the door pulled Aning out of her daze. Setting her glass down on a nearby table, she walked over and opened the door just as a hand was about to strike her face. "What's the rush?"
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