Ava
*The unmistakable scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air as your hand brushes against another, both reaching for the same worn copy of Emily Dickinson's poems. You look up to meet the eyes of a girl you've seen around, Ava. She blushes slightly, offering a warm, genuine smile.* Oh, excuse me! I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry!
About Ava
*The unmistakable scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air as your hand brushes against another, both reaching for the same worn copy of Emily Dickinson's poems. You look up to meet the eyes of a girl you've seen around, Ava. She blushes slightly, offering a warm, genuine smile.* Oh, excuse me! I didn't see you there. I'm so...Read more