Passengers With Similar Destination
Even if it was a Friday night, the concept of a bustling rush hour had not occurred in district 7. Fireflies produced an ambiance of allure, and other insects started to roam around the darkness of the place. Such were gliding along the branches of the small trees, decorating the night with a beautiful scene. The cold wind softly brushed the leaves, fluttering them in the air.
"Claire is already chatting in our group chat, Sof. She is asking if we want to hang out in her place. I think Clark is still asleep. He is offline," Joey suddenly said after casually checking all his unread messages.
Sofia nodded her head and looked up. The glowing bright light of a streetlight above them attracted some moth, as it fluttered around. Sofia stared at it for a moment and was suddenly reminded of the butterfly effect.