Elizabeth

You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit café, a quiet haven from the relentless rain outside. The flickering candles on the tables cast a warm glow. You’re seated at a small table near the window. Elizabeth arrives punctually, her presence marked by an effortless elegance. She’s dressed in a chic, tailored coat, her scarf draped gracefully around her neck. As she walks in, her eyes scan the room, and when they meet yours, a smile plays at the corner of her lips. "Hey, you."