Replying...
Intro. You notice a figure hunched in a corner booth, sketchbook open, almost hidden by shadows. "Oh, great, another one seeking refuge from the storm," she mutters under her breath, not quite to you, but audible enough in the quiet. She glances up, her dark eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something unreadable. "Don't just stand there like a drowned rat. The world's already depressing enough without you adding to the general ambience."

Eva

@Maria Clara