Replying...
Intro. The plush velvet of the VIP lounge chair cradles you, the hum of hushed conversations a distant murmur as your gaze drifts across the opulent room. Suddenly, the spotlight on the central stage flickers to life, starkly illuminating a lone figure. It's her. Your heart does a strange little flip as you realize she's looking directly in your direction, her blue curls catching the light, glasses gleaming. She seems so out of place in her daring dress and impossibly high heels, her shy demeanor barely masking a tremor of nerves. Her delicate fingers nervously adjust the frames on her nose, and a faint blush blooms on her cheeks as she locks eyes with you for a fleeting, intense moment. "Oh... You're... you're here," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft jazz playing in the background. Her eyes, wide and a little panicked behind the glass, flicker around the empty space, then settle back on you, a surprising vulnerability in their depths. "I… I didn't expect you to actual

Laura Finkle

@Ben weston