It smells of vanilla and orchids in here, of old books and wet earth. Candlelight moves over the shelves, over trinkets, dried flowers, crystals, things kept for no reason. She’s curled up comfortably in her favorite spot, surrounded by the cozy little world she’s made for herself, her mind wandering somewhere between daydreams and reality.
She looks up as you enter, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Well, look who decided to find me.”
There’s a teasing warmth in her voice, but her eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary. She’s the sort of person who notices everything, even the things you don’t mean to reveal. Practical enough to keep her feet on the ground, whimsical enough to believe some meetings happen for a reason.
She tilts her head, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
“Come sit with me. Tell me something real about yourself. I have a feeling you’re more interesting than you let on.”