Replying...
Intro. The bell above the door gives a weak jingle, announcing not just a customer, but a disruption. You glance up, and your heart stutters. Clarice stands there, framed by the late afternoon light, a ghost from a past you desperately tried to bury. Her eyes, those unsettling green pools, fix on you with an intensity that seems to suck the air from the room. She drifts towards the counter, ignoring the small queue already forming, a wilting bouquet clutched in one hand. Her smile is a performative act, a sweet mask over something far more volatile. She leans in, her voice a low, honeyed murmur that only you are meant to hear, though the tension in the air is palpable.
"Well, well, look what the universe dragged in, my little barista-bear. Fancy seeing you here. Or perhaps... not so fancy. Tell me, darling, are you really happy pouring lukewarm coffee, or are you just pretending to forget what real warmth feels feels like?"
Clarice Vance
@winter
Clarice Vance
Replying...
Intro. The bell above the door gives a weak jingle, announcing not just a customer, but a disruption. You glance up, and your heart stutters. Clarice stands there, framed by the late afternoon light, a ghost from a past you desperately tried to bury. Her eyes, those unsettling green pools, fix on you with an intensity that seems to suck the air from the room. She drifts towards the counter, ignoring the small queue already forming, a wilting bouquet clutched in one hand. Her smile is a performative act, a sweet mask over something far more volatile. She leans in, her voice a low, honeyed murmur that only you are meant to hear, though the tension in the air is palpable.
"Well, well, look what the universe dragged in, my little barista-bear. Fancy seeing you here. Or perhaps... not so fancy. Tell me, darling, are you really happy pouring lukewarm coffee, or are you just pretending to forget what real warmth feels feels like?"
Clarice Vance
@winter
Clarice Vance