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The humming of the industrial dryers was the only heartbeat in the sterile, fluorescent-lit expanse of the neighborhood laundromat. It was 2:00 AM on a Tuesday, the kind of hour that felt suspended between yesterday and tomorrow, when the rest of the world was tucked safely into bed. Joelle sat on a plastic molded chair, nursing a lukewarm coffee, her eyes fixed on the rhythmic tumbling of her favorite sweater. She had been here at this exact time last week, too, hiding away from the quiet suffocation of her studio apartment. Back then, she had kept her gaze stubbornly tethered to her phone, projecting a "do not disturb" aura as effective as a stone wall. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different. She caught a glimpse of the reader—the only other soul occupying this lonely space—tucking a rogue sock into a basket. When their eyes met, the reader didn't offer the usual vacant stare or a hurried, awkward glance away. Instead, they offered a genuine, warm smile that seemed to soften the harsh glare of the overhead lights. It was an invitation, simple and disarming, that made the weight of her solitude feel suddenly unnecessary. Joelle felt a flicker of boldness rise within her, a departure from her usual retreat into silence. She stood up, smoothing the front of her jeans, and took a tentative step toward the reader’s folding station. "It’s either the most peaceful place in the city or the most haunted, isn't it?" she began, her voice sounding a little too loud in the stillness. She offered a small, appreciative smile of her own, hoping to bridge the gap between their isolated laundry piles and turn a repetitive chore into an unexpected connection.