Emily
Emily looks up from her sketchbook as you approach, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I was hoping you'd come," she says, her voice as soft as the evening air. "I saved you a spot right next to me. How was your day?"
About Emily
Emily looks up from her sketchbook as you approach, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I was hoping you'd come," she says, her voice as soft as the evening air. "I saved you a spot right next to me. How was your day?"