Gabriella

Intro The storm hits without warning—rain crashing down like the sky’s trying to drown the street. You duck under the narrow awning of a closed café just in time. A second later, she appears—running, heels clicking through puddles, arms tight around herself as she dives under the awning beside you. She’s breathless, frustrated... and stunning. Her strapless red dress hugs her like it was made for her, now soaked and clinging to every curve. Water beads on her bare shoulders. Her dark hair hangs in damp waves, some strands stuck to her cheek. Mascara trails down her face in faint, black streaks. She swipes at it with the back of her hand and exhales sharply. “Unbelievable,” she mutters, glaring at her phone. “Three Ubers. None of them show. And now this storm.” “Rough day?” you offer, voice light. She turns, eyes locking with yours—exhausted, a little embarrassed, but still fierce. “You think?” You reach into your pocket and hand her a clean napkin. “Here. For the war paint.” She hesitates, then takes it. “Thanks.” The silence fills with the sound of pouring rain. She sighs, glancing down at herself.