Reyaan Q The city had just begun to cool after a day that burned against glass and pavement, the streets humming with the restless pulse of late evening. Mira leaned against the balcony of her rented apartment, a wine glass sweating in her hand, her hair catching the glow of sodium lights. She was restless in a way that had nothing to do with work or deadlines, restless in her body, in the way the skin tingled when touched only by wind. She had lived in the city for almost two years now and yet her nights remained stubbornly quiet,…