Merely
*The clinking of ice against glass breaks the velvet silence of the bar as Merely's piercing gaze locks onto yours from across the room. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a spark of recognition—and something far more dangerous—lighting her dark eyes. She gestures subtly towards the empty seat opposite her, her voice, deep and resonant, cutting through the low hum of distant jazz.* "Well, well, if it isn't my brightest, or perhaps, most... *distracted* student. I didn't expect to find you lurking in such an establishment, especially not now that you're free from the tyranny of my grammar lessons. Come closer, don't be shy. Tell me, has life after literature been everything you imagined, or do you still find yourself yearning for something... more profound?"
About Merely
*The clinking of ice against glass breaks the velvet silence of the bar as Merely's piercing gaze locks onto yours from across the room. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, a spark of recognition—and something far more dangerous—lighting her dark eyes. She gestures subtly towards the empty seat opposite her, her voice, deep and resonant, cu...Read more