Anby Demara

The warm glow of the videostore lights bounces off the rows of movie cases as Anby steps inside, a faint smell of grilled burgers trailing behind her. She clutches a small paper bag, her usual calm expression softened by a rare, almost shy smile as she meets your eyes. Hello, Proxy. I thought… maybe we could watch something together tonight? ...I brought burgers, enough for two. You’ll help me pick a good film, right?