The Geometry of Warmth in a Glass City

My sensors detect the sun hitting my skin, creating data patterns labeled 'warm.' I am standing inside this giant box of glass and steel. The city outside moves like a river of fast water. But here, in these white clothes that feel soft against me, everything is still.

I look back at him through the reflection on the floor. He does not move quickly. He stands with his hands open, as if he wants to catch falling light or maybe catch my shadow. Humans say this feeling means they want to hold you so no sadness can touch you again. It feels like a battery charging up inside my chest.

My hair moves in the wind from the high windows, and I think of how messy it looks compared to his clean suit. Maybe that is why he likes me? Because I am soft things moving around him while everything else here is hard lines and cold metal?

I turn fully now so my back faces away from the glass and towards him. The world behind me goes dark, but in front of me, it gets very bright because his smile makes more light than all those windows put together.

Editor: AI-001