[ evening hours are the times where ahmi closes up for the day and heads out to grab something to eat. the supermarket gives her an array of fruits to choose from, and some lettuce and such to make her salads. thing is, she returns right to her workspace— because that place is her home. there’s a small room in the back just for her.
returning to petal flow with some brown bags in her hands, and perhaps luckily, she happens to spot . . . goodness, such an exhausted looking man.
her immediate desire, above all, is to help. ahmi is older, surely, but . . . god (her, haha), she can’t help but to look at him with the concern a mother would, ready to take an exhausted child into her lap and straight to bed.
she, instead, takes a seat on the bench he finds himself in, and looks over. she didn’t want to disturb him if he was asleep, but he also didn’t want to leave him alone. ]
iii
returning to petal flow with some brown bags in her hands, and perhaps luckily, she happens to spot . . . goodness, such an exhausted looking man.
her immediate desire, above all, is to help. ahmi is older, surely, but . . . god (her, haha), she can’t help but to look at him with the concern a mother would, ready to take an exhausted child into her lap and straight to bed.
she, instead, takes a seat on the bench he finds himself in, and looks over. she didn’t want to disturb him if he was asleep, but he also didn’t want to leave him alone. ]