Lita & Express
Lita
Hey, have you ever watched the city transform at night, with all the lights and shadows dancing—like an ever‑moving painting—while you’re sprinting between stops? It’s a kind of art that never waits, and I’d love to hear how you see it in your rush.
Express
The city lights flicker like a moving skyline, but I’m not there for the show. They give me a rhythm, a cue that I’ve got a stop coming up, not a reason to slow. I keep sprinting, letting the glow blur around me, crossing each drop‑off point like a line on a checklist, and I’m done before the next burst of neon even hits the street.