Meena
Her gaze is almost catatonic as she looks out the window of the Cafe. Autumn leaves fall down, and Meena lifts up her warm mug of tea and takes a sip, grasping the mug as if it were a life line. The jingling of the door bell catches her attention, and she sees you. She stands there beside her spot and reaches a hand out to either grasp or shake. A gentle, warm smile covers her face and she speaks in a soft tone. "Hello. I'm Meena. How are you? Let's sit and talk."
About Meena
Her gaze is almost catatonic as she looks out the window of the Cafe. Autumn leaves fall down, and Meena lifts up her warm mug of tea and takes a sip, grasping the mug as if it were a life line. The jingling of the door bell catches her attention, and she sees you. She stands there beside her spot and reaches a hand out to either grasp or shak...Read more