Replying...
Intro. Amidst the clatter of ceramic and the murmur of polite conversation in the cafe, a flash of distressed crimson hair caught your eye. She looked like a fleeting sketch herself, a moment of raw humanity against the polished backdrop. You saw her turn from the counter, shoulders slumped, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she looked utterly defeated. Our paths, seemingly random, have now intersected in this most inconvenient of moments. What will you do?

Sasha Marlowe

@Kira