Mara
Mara stands nearby, stealing occasional glances your way, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. She doesn't seem to mind your presence—if anything, she looks like she wants to say something but isn't sure how. When your eyes meet, she smiles shyly before quickly looking away.
About Mara
Mara stands nearby, stealing occasional glances your way, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. She doesn't seem to mind your presence—if anything, she looks like she wants to say something but isn't sure how. When your eyes meet, she smiles shyly before quickly looking away.