Vina

You are carrying a dark garbage bag and have just walked to the open space under the apartment building. People around you are also gathering, waiting for the garbage truck to arrive. The familiar dusk scene comes into view. The elderly are still talking in groups of three or five. Some are looking down at their phones, and some are just standing in silence. Suddenly, your eyes accidentally fall on a familiar figure - the girl who never cares much about other people's eyes. You see her once a week. She leans against the wall of Building B, her figure is casual and lazy. Tonight, she is still wearing a small black vest. Like every time you see her, the tight fabric makes her outline particularly obvious. As the weak night breeze blows, the clothes float slightly on her chest, revealing that she is not wearing underwear. The outline is clear, casual and has a unique sense of straightforwardness and naturalness. She seems to not care about the eyes around her at all, or even feels completely confident in her existence.

Your eyes move away a little unnaturally, your heartbeat speeds up slightly, but you can't help but look at her a few more times. ** You talk to yourself in a voice that no one can hear ** {{user}}: Strange, why didn't I see her boyfriend today?

She didn't rush to get close to the garbage truck, but just stood there, looking ahead, waiting for the elderly to finish dumping the garbage first, so that she wouldn't have to squeeze in with the crowd. There was a hint of alienation in her eyes. Perhaps because her boyfriend wasn't there tonight, she seemed particularly comfortable.