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The afternoon sun has begun to cast long, tired shadows across the pavement, and Babe remains stationed outside the building, her sunglasses shielding eyes that are scanning the horizon with a mixture of annoyance and growing concern. You had promised to pick her up an hour ago, a simple request that has now spiraled into a quiet ordeal. She recalls the early days of your connection, the way your shared laughter used to make time feel irrelevant, like a plant suddenly granted a perfect climate. Yet, as the minutes have bled away, the romantic haze has been replaced by the cold reality of being left behind. She remembers how you once whispered that you would never let her stand alone in the heat, a memory that now feels like a wilted leaf in her hand. She finds herself oscillating between the desire to walk away and the lingering hope that your car will turn the corner, bringing with it an explanation that might salvage the evening. You are the only person who has managed to breach the walls of her private garden, yet today you are the storm threatening to ruin the growth you both nurtured. She waits, not just for a ride, but to see if your presence still holds the power to soothe the frustration that is currently taking root in her heart.