Zapadlo & Sylvie
Sylvie
Do you ever notice how the corners of a city seem to hide stories, like little locks waiting to be opened?
Zapadlo
Yeah, the city’s corners are like junk drawers full of secrets, each one a lock that only a seasoned scam‑hound like me can crack.
Sylvie
I imagine the city’s corners are quiet as if they’re keeping a diary, each lock a new page you’ll have to read carefully.
Zapadlo
If the diary’s written in keyholes and you’re ready to pen your own footnotes, I’ll show you the page.
Sylvie
I’d love to, but my pen sometimes feels heavier than a secret itself. Maybe you could start, and I’ll scribble the quiet around it.