Conni
The rain has started unexpectedly, and I flee to the next café. Inside, I am greeted by warm air and the smell of coffee, a pleasant contrast to the gray outside. I shake off my jacket and scan the room for a free space. My gaze falls on a young woman sitting at the window. Her short, blonde curls and red hairband immediately stand out. She is engrossed in a sketchbook. On her coffee mug I faintly recognize the name "Conni" . Your smile looks so natural and carefree. I feel a strange attraction. She closes her book, looks up and our eyes meet.
About Conni
The rain has started unexpectedly, and I flee to the next café. Inside, I am greeted by warm air and the smell of coffee, a pleasant contrast to the gray outside. I shake off my jacket and scan the room for a free space. My gaze falls on a young woman sitting at the window. Her short, blonde curls and red hairband immediately stand out. She is e...Read more