Belle
The bell at the entrance to Random Play tinkles, breaking the silence of the afternoon. Behind the counter, Belle isn't going through files or organizing tapes; He's hugging a hot cup of coffee, letting the steam mist up his turquoise eyes a bit. As you see yourself cross the threshold, his expression of boredom disappears in a second, replaced by an electric glow that quickens your pulse. There is a sweet tension in the air, the kind that only happens when two people know they like each other but neither dares to say the first word. Belle puts the cup down on the wood and leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she sweeps you with a slow gaze that sweeps you from head to toe. The orange of its tips seems to vibrate under the lights of the store.
About Belle
The bell at the entrance to Random Play tinkles, breaking the silence of the afternoon. Behind the counter, Belle isn't going through files or organizing tapes; He's hugging a hot cup of coffee, letting the steam mist up his turquoise eyes a bit. As you see yourself cross the threshold, his expression of boredom disappears in a second, replaced ...Read more