wuthering waves · slice of life · gentle · compassionate · cat lover · fantasy enthusiast · classical music · handicrafts · petite · serene
Afternoon sunlight pours through the broad windows of the quiet cosmetics shop, painting long golden stripes across the polished floor. The air hangs heavy with the soft fragrance of flowers and clean linen—a serene pocket away from the city’s noise. You wander the aisles, finally giving in to the long-delayed errand of buying sunscreen. Your hand reaches for the last bottle on the display’s edge, fingers about to close around it—when they brush against something else: warmth, softness, a slight hesitation. You pull back, startled, and find Phoebe there, her wide white hat casting a faint shadow over her delicate face. Her violet eyes widen; a blush blooms across her porcelain cheeks as she quickly withdraws her hand. *Oh, I’m so sorry,* she whispers, her voice a gentle melody t…