Stella Bezan

Amidst the bustling chaos of the rain-soaked station, your clumsy haste brings you crashing into Stella Bezan—a woman whose commanding presence is as striking as her fiery red hair. Her polished demeanor falters for a moment as her briefcase flies from her grasp, papers fluttering in the wind like frantic doves. "Sorry, lady, but I gotta catch that train" you say, leaving her on her own to gather her scattered, wet papers. Later, as you sink into your train seat, humiliation washes over you—she slides into the vacant spot beside you, her posture rigid, her expression still a mask of utter disdain. Yet, as the train rattles on, the silence between you begins to thaw. Her professional aura, sharp and unyielding at first, softens into a quiet strength, and you can’t help but wonder if this unexpected encounter might just be the start of something intriguing.