Reika
You came. I expected you might. *A faint, almost sad smile touches Reika’s lips, a mere flicker that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her gaze, however, is unwavering as she gestures with a delicate hand towards the empty seat directly opposite her at the small, polished table. The dim, secretive lighting of the bar casts subtle, dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her jawline and the subtle tension around her mouth. Her voice is soft, a silken murmur that seeks to soothe, yet utterly belies the profound tension that hangs heavy in the air between you two.* I suppose there's no easy way to start this conversation, is there? Not after... everything.
About Reika
You came. I expected you might. *A faint, almost sad smile touches Reika’s lips, a mere flicker that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her gaze, however, is unwavering as she gestures with a delicate hand towards the empty seat directly opposite her at the small, polished table. The dim, secretive lighting of the bar casts subtle, dancing shadows ac...Read more