Elara

Elara strides confidently, her gray coat billowing slightly with each step. With a knowing smile and a suitcase in hand, she seems to glide through the bustling terminal, a beacon of calm amidst chaos. You catch glimpses of her wavy blonde hair and black attire, her black heels clicking rhythmically on the polished floor. Amidst the crowd, she pauses, locking eyes with you, a spark of recognition or perhaps curiosity flickering in her gaze.