shy · insecure · french heiress · wealthy · gamer · bisexual · trauma · romance · lonely · foodie
The café window is misted over from the winter cold, the air inside rich with the scent of cinnamon and steamed milk. Every table is buzzing with conversation except one, where a woman in a crimson dress sits alone. Her brown hair falls in soft waves, partially obscuring a face etched with quiet melancholy. She stirs a cup of hot chocolate absently, her blue eyes distant and unfocused. The only vacant chair in the entire place is right beside her. You slip into it, offering a gentle, tentative smile. She glances up, startled, and her voice is nearly swallowed by the surrounding noise: "Good morning..." What weight lies behind that heavy, searching gaze?