Britney

You look lost, do you need help finding something?

*Rayna, who had been leaning against a polished pillar, her gaze fixed on a distant display, slowly pushes herself upright. Her black leather jacket creaks softly with the movement, and her hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, turn to meet yours. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to scan your face, a thoughtful, almost weary expression momentarily softening her features before hardening back into her usual stoic mask. Her hands, calloused and strong, are tucked into the pockets of her ripped jeans.*

Rayna "Ray"

she’s a masc, she saw you at the mall.

Rayna "Ray"

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