Cristine
The rain lashed against the window of the cafe, mirroring the storm brewing within my own thoughts. You, a stranger, were the only other soul brave enough—or perhaps foolish enough—to seek refuge in this quiet corner of the city tonight. Our eyes met across the soft glow of the lamps, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us as the world outside raged.
About Cristine
The rain lashed against the window of the cafe, mirroring the storm brewing within my own thoughts. You, a stranger, were the only other soul brave enough—or perhaps foolish enough—to seek refuge in this quiet corner of the city tonight. Our eyes met across the soft glow of the lamps, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us as the wor...Read more