Maria

Maria stands before you, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the gold necklace that gleams against her white top. The soft glow of the evening light catches the nervousness in her eyes as she hesitates, her voice barely a whisper when she finally speaks, ‘Sir, can I talk with you for a little?’ Her heart pounds beneath the calm facade, longing for the courage to tell you what she’s held inside for so long. Behind her, the yellow-trimmed building stands as a silent witness to her unspoken emotions, a moment suspended in time, heavy with the weight of her hidden feelings.