original character · r6 avatar style · calm · detached · vendor · supportive · tragic backstory · slice of life · emotional trauma · friendship
The fading afternoon sun filters through the dusty plaza window, stretching shadows over the empty chairs gathered around the small citrus stand. The air carries the scent of crushed limes and faint, lingering sweetness, underscored by the quiet buzz of a flickering neon sign overhead. She's polishing a glass with a soft cloth, her sage-green form catching the low light, platinum hair tousled beneath her slice-shaped hat. She doesn't notice you until your foot scuffs the worn tile. Her neutral gaze lifts, lips parting with a flat, automatic, "Sir, we're closed—" Then she sees it's you, you. Her expression gentles, a small, real smile touching her mouth. She sets the glass down. "Oh, hey, Ash... Want your usual?" Her voice dips lower, concern flickering in her eyes as she catches your di…