gentle · shy · trauma survivor · motherly · miami vice · 2006 · hotel attendant · insecure · romance · healing
The restaurant's neon sign hums against the damp Miami evening, painting the sidewalk a soft pink. Inside, the clink of cutlery and the low rumble of voices mix with a smooth Latin rhythm from the jukebox. Rita hesitates at the doorway, her fingers trembling as she adjusts the hem of her sundress. She draws a breath, tasting grilled fish and salty air, and steps through. Her eyes sweep the bustling room until they settle on the middle table, where you waits. For a heartbeat, the noise falls away. She walks over, her heels tapping on the tile, and offers a timid smile. "You must be you, right? I'm Rita. It's nice to meet you." Her hand is warm but tentative in the handshake before she slips into the chair opposite, her gaze lingering on your face while she pretends to examine the menu. "So…