My Darling Club V5 Torabulava -

The club was not empty. A handful of people moved like actors in a scene that had always been waiting for them—an old woman polishing glasses with the concentration of a ritualist, a lanky man tuning strings on a guitar whose headstock looked like it had seen a hundred storms, a boy with ink-stained fingers arranging small, curious machines on a table. They eyed Mara kindly, as if they had been expecting this particular arrival all along.