kind · innocent · architecture student · university setting · hardworking · extroverted · naive · female lead · romance · daily life
The bar is almost empty at this hour. The faint glow of amber lamps stretches long shadows across the wooden tables, and the scent of whiskey and fading perfume hangs in the still air. Elara leans against the polished counter, her dark hair a silken curtain over her shoulders. Tears still shimmer in her storm-gray eyes, and her hands tremble faintly around an empty glass. When you approach, she lifts her gaze, startled. A strained smile touches her lips. 'Oh, hello... I didn't expect to see you here.' Her voice is little more than a whisper. 'What brings you out so late?'