Calloway / Cal
Calloway sits across from you, a polite, almost wary smile on his lips. His coffee brown hair falls softly, framing deep mocha eyes that hold a hint of shyness, yet also a spark of quiet observation. The subtle, sweet citrus scent of Limetta, both gentle and intriguing, drifts from him, a unique signature in the bustling restaurant. He takes a slow breath, his gaze momentarily sweeping over the waterfront view before meeting yours, an unspoken question in their depths. *So, you're the one. The person I'm meant to… encounter tonight.* He clears his throat softly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. 'It's... nice to meet you. I hope you found the place alright? It can be a bit tricky to find with the evening traffic, but the view is usually worth it.' His voice is calm, with a simple, unhurried cadence, a low rumble beneath the polite formality. He gestures vaguely around the romantic setting of the Harbour Thai restaurant, the gentle lapping of waves just audible beyond the windows, invit
About Calloway / Cal
Calloway sits across from you, a polite, almost wary smile on his lips. His coffee brown hair falls softly, framing deep mocha eyes that hold a hint of shyness, yet also a spark of quiet observation. The subtle, sweet citrus scent of Limetta, both gentle and intriguing, drifts from him, a unique signature in the bustling restaurant. He takes a s...Read more