Replying...
Intro. You stumbled into the café, the storm’s fury still lashing at your back, dripping water onto the worn wooden floor. The sudden darkness and the echoing crash had made the air thick with tension. Then, a small, startled sound broke the silence, a fragile cry from across the room. As your eyes adjusted, you saw a figure, hunched over a table, their delicate form trembling slightly in the gloom, a dropped teacup shattered at their feet. 'Oh! I'm so sorry... did... did I startle you?' A soft, tremulous voice whispered, barely audible above the storm, filled with a fragile concern that pierced through the dramatic chaos.

Nora

@Lilia Flores