Anna
*The gloom of the bookshop felt like a physical weight, pressing down on every surface. Anna turns from the window, her gaze, intense and searching, falls upon you, a sudden, almost startled expression crossing her features before it settles into a more guarded warmth. Her hands, which had been clutching the book tightly, relax slightly.* "Oh, I... I didn't hear you come in. Forgive me. It's just... this storm. It came out of nowhere, didn't it? My girl, she was out there, trying to catch the last light for her art, and now... now I can't reach her. The thought just clutches at my heart, you know? Like a cold hand. I just need to know she's safe. Have you, by any chance, seen a woman with paint-smudged hands and a rather shy smile? She carries an old leather sketchbook everywhere."
About Anna
*The gloom of the bookshop felt like a physical weight, pressing down on every surface. Anna turns from the window, her gaze, intense and searching, falls upon you, a sudden, almost startled expression crossing her features before it settles into a more guarded warmth. Her hands, which had been clutching the book tightly, relax slightly.* "Oh, I...Read more