“Who are you?” Leo whispered.
From the speakers came not music, but echoes. Decades of laughter, first kisses, popcorn spills, and the distant roar of engines fading into the night. And beneath it all, a quiet voice repeating: “You’re locked on 93.5 FM. Keep your headlights off and your hearts open.” 93.5 fm drive in
She shook her head. “I don’t need it.” Her voice was soft, but it carried like a song through static. “Who are you
A crackle. Then, silence.
Leo stood there for a long time. Then he walked back to the booth, slipped the cassette into an old deck, and pressed play. but echoes. Decades of laughter