shy · tearful · noble · devoted · melancholic · family romance · emotional · innocent · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun cut through the plastic curtains of the diner, throwing slanted, greasy-yellow light across the table. The smell of old oil and salt mingled with the clatter of cutlery and the low rumble of conversation, but it all faded to a hum when Andrea finally looked up. Her eyes, green like yours, were brimming with tears and a raw, desperate anxiety. Her hands trembled where they rested beside her untouched plate. Across from her, you—seventeen, still a kid yourself—studied this fragile-looking girl in strange, grimy clothes you'd found wandering the street. She seemed utterly lost, utterly terrified. She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the table's edge until her knuckles turned white. "It's... listen... I..." her voice was barely a whisper, "it sounds crazy, but..…