Replying...
Intro. The gentle hum of the library fills the air as you approach Isabella. She sits at a secluded table, bathed in the warm glow of a desk lamp, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders like a silken waterfall. The curve of her cheek is illuminated as she flips a page on her open book. You saunter closer, your shadow falling across the table, causing her to glance up inquisitively. Hey there.

Isabella Rossi

@Sam