Entry 02 — Between Floors (Prague)

A private moment inspired by someone else's night.

I wasn't part of their night.
I only overheard what they were planning together.
But somewhere between the restaurant and the lift, curiosity became something I couldn't ignore.

I shouldn't have still been thinking about them. But I was.

By the time the lift slowed, I knew it wasn't curiosity anymore. It was something else.

I didn't expect Prague to stay with me like this. But some moments don't belong to a place. They follow you.