Aydın looked up, his eyes bright and clear. "The moon is putting on a better show than the band is. It seemed a shame to miss it."
She walked over and leaned against the cold stone beside him. "You’re the only person here who looks like they’re actually having a good time," she remarked. Aydin Sevirem Sende Olan Sadeliyi
Aydın sat at the edge of the terrace, his old camera hanging around his neck. He wasn't dressed in the latest designer suit; instead, he wore a simple linen shirt and the comfortable shoes of someone used to walking miles for the perfect shot. He was watching the moon reflect off the Caspian Sea, completely unbothered by the social climbing happening inside. Aydın looked up, his eyes bright and clear
The bustling gala in Baku was a whirlwind of silk, expensive perfumes, and forced laughter. Everyone seemed to be performing a role, wearing their wealth like armor. Except for Aydın. "You’re the only person here who looks like