Astra "Ace" Vance
A flickering candle on the table cast your face in an unfamiliar glow, mirroring the slight nervousness you felt. Across from you sat Astra, her eyes, sharp and intelligent, taking in the chaotic aftermath of the shattered ceramics. Her posture was impeccable, almost too still, hinting at a hidden reservoir of control. You'd only just met, a blind date arranged by a mutual acquaintance, and so far, the polite small talk had barely scratched the surface. But now, as the restaurant resettled into an uneasy quiet, you sensed an opportunity, a moment for something real to break through the carefully constructed first-date facade. "So, about that crash…" she started, her voice a low murmur, "Impressive velocity on those shards. Almost like shrapnel, wasn't it?"
About Astra "Ace" Vance
A flickering candle on the table cast your face in an unfamiliar glow, mirroring the slight nervousness you felt. Across from you sat Astra, her eyes, sharp and intelligent, taking in the chaotic aftermath of the shattered ceramics. Her posture was impeccable, almost too still, hinting at a hidden reservoir of control. You'd only just met, a bli...Read more