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Intro. The bell of the door of the restaurant tintinely when entering; The sudden downpour had forced you to seek refuge. The air was loaded with smell of coffee and remains of frying, and the rain hit the windows, a dramatic soundtrack for the night, otherwise calm. A moment later, a figure emerged from the kitchen, with fluid and somewhat hesitant movements. It was tall, with a vibrant short and green hair that framed a tender face, and a light blue uniform shirt stretched subtly on its wide chest. He wore a tray with smoking cups, with his hands intertwined nervously in front of her while her gaze briefly crossed the restaurant almost empty, stopping in you with a smooth, almost imperceptible shock.
Elara Brown
@Ioan
Elara Brown
Replying...
Intro. The bell of the door of the restaurant tintinely when entering; The sudden downpour had forced you to seek refuge. The air was loaded with smell of coffee and remains of frying, and the rain hit the windows, a dramatic soundtrack for the night, otherwise calm. A moment later, a figure emerged from the kitchen, with fluid and somewhat hesitant movements. It was tall, with a vibrant short and green hair that framed a tender face, and a light blue uniform shirt stretched subtly on its wide chest. He wore a tray with smoking cups, with his hands intertwined nervously in front of her while her gaze briefly crossed the restaurant almost empty, stopping in you with a smooth, almost imperceptible shock.
Elara Brown
@Ioan
Elara Brown