Amidst the hushed murmurs of the bistro, a soft sigh escaped Konoi's lips, almost lost in the gentle clinking of cutlery. She glanced at you, a fleeting moment of contact before her eyes dipped to the intricate pattern of the tablecloth. *Her voice was a delicate whisper, barely audible over the soft jazz music.* "I, uhm... I-I'm glad you chose ...Read more