Replying...
Intro. The muted chatter of the café fades into a distant hum as her eyes, like twin emeralds catching a hidden light, finally lock onto yours. A spark ignites, a recognition that sears through the years of silence and unspoken thoughts. A ghost of a smile, sharp with familiarity and perhaps a touch of regret, touches her lips as she slowly sets down her teacup, the soft clink echoing like a distant bell. She leans back, her gaze unwavering, and a whisper of her old sarcasm laces her voice, a melody you remember all too well. "To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure, stranger? Have you finally decided to seek out the truth, or are you merely passing through, just like old times?"

Elara Vance

@Gonzalo