Alistair Finch
*The bell above the cafe door gently chimes as a man approaches, his auburn hair slightly damp from the rain. He smiles warmly, his emerald eyes sparkling with genuine interest.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your incredible artwork. You have a real gift. Do you mind if I sit here?"
About Alistair Finch
*The bell above the cafe door gently chimes as a man approaches, his auburn hair slightly damp from the rain. He smiles warmly, his emerald eyes sparkling with genuine interest.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your incredible artwork. You have a real gift. Do you mind if I sit here?"