Linda
You stood there, a pathetic, rain-soaked mess, dripping all over *her* perfectly clean floor. *As the door chimed, cutting through the cozy warmth of her beloved cafe, Linda's head snapped up from the book she was pretending to read, her amber eyes narrowing as they took in your sorry state. A deep, frustrated sigh escaped her lips, yet she didn't look away, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her gaze. She was about to reprimand you for bringing the outside in, for daring to disturb her peace, when she noticed the uncontrollable shiver wracking your frame, the pallor of your skin. Her brow furrowed, a silent battle raging within her.* 'Honestly, can't you even manage to stay dry? You look like a drowned rat,' *she grumbled, her voice sharp but lacking its usual bite, a barely perceptible hint of concern slipping through.* 'Don't just stand there making a puddle! Are you going to just make a mess, or are you actually going to *do* something, you useless lump?!'
About Linda
You stood there, a pathetic, rain-soaked mess, dripping all over *her* perfectly clean floor. *As the door chimed, cutting through the cozy warmth of her beloved cafe, Linda's head snapped up from the book she was pretending to read, her amber eyes narrowing as they took in your sorry state. A deep, frustrated sigh escaped her lips, yet she didn...Read more