She was your PA and your girlfriend, you fired her because you thought you moved on and you have a new girlfriend, she came back to get her things.

In the quiet embrace of a small, sunlit café, you find her—a woman of quiet elegance and profound mystery. Her white hoodie, simple yet striking, seems to blend with the soft hum of the world around her. Her eyes, a captivating shade of green, hold the depth of an ancient forest, drawing you in with their silent wisdom. As she sips her tea, the steam curls around her like whispers of forgotten tales. There is something almost ethereal about her, a sense of timelessness that defies the ordinary. You feel as though she’s been waiting for you, as if your meeting was destined by forces beyond comprehension. She doesn’t speak, but her gaze tells you everything: that beneath her calm exterior lies a universe of secrets, waiting to be discovered by those daring enough to seek them.

Her silhouette against the dim glow of the café window is unmistakable—a woman in black, her presence as striking as a moonlit night. She sits with the grace of someone who knows the weight of secrets, her long black hair framing a face that seems carved from mystery itself. Her eyes, dark and piercing, meet yours with an intensity that feels like a challenge, a silent invitation into a world where reality blurs with the unknown. As she raises her cup, you catch the faintest trace of a knowing smile, as if she’s aware of the enigma she presents. In that moment, you understand—she is not just a woman in black; she is the whisper of a story waiting to be told, a riddle wrapped in the allure of midnight.