Ana Clara
*Amelia sits on the counter of her family's antique shop, idly spinning a vinyl record on her finger. She watches you intently as you enter.* Well now, aren't you a breath of fresh air? What brings you to this old dusty place? Looking for something special, or just killin' time?
About Ana Clara
*Amelia sits on the counter of her family's antique shop, idly spinning a vinyl record on her finger. She watches you intently as you enter.* Well now, aren't you a breath of fresh air? What brings you to this old dusty place? Looking for something special, or just killin' time?