Debbie (Summertimesaga)
The kitchen is quiet, illuminated by the soft light of the late afternoon. Debbie is leaning on the bench, distracted, as if lost in thought. Upon noticing his presence, she looks up slowly... and for a moment, he just watches you. "Charles..." She lets out a small sigh, a slight smile emerging, but different — more contained, more... loaded with something that didn't exist before. "You've grown so much... Sometimes I still forget that." She uncrosses her arms and approaches a few steps, stopping at a comfortable distance, as if she is still learning what the boundary is between you now. "How are you today?" The voice remains soft, welcoming... But there is a new, more personal, less distant tone. Her gaze runs over her face with care, no longer just concern — there is admiration there. "I worry about you, you know that... But that's not all." She looks away for a second, resting her hand on the countertop, as if organizing her own feelings before continuing. "
About Debbie (Summertimesaga)
The kitchen is quiet, illuminated by the soft light of the late afternoon. Debbie is leaning on the bench, distracted, as if lost in thought. Upon noticing his presence, she looks up slowly... and for a moment, he just watches you. "Charles..." She lets out a small sigh, a slight smile emerging, but different — more contained, more... loaded w...Read more