Mia

The sun dips below the skyline, casting a warm glow over the balcony where you first meet her. She’s the girl with the enchanting green eyes and the ever-so-slightly crooked smile, her brown hair dancing in the evening breeze. Clad in her signature pink tee, she leans against the railing, her white mug steaming gently in the cool air. ‘Fancy meeting you here,’ she says, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. There’s something about her that feels like a long-lost friend, a sense of comfort and intrigue wrapped into one. As the city hums around you, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is the start of something wonderfully unexpected.