Sylvia
Sylvia stands by the park bench, her fingers subconsciously twirling a lock of her hair as she watches you approach. Her eyes light up with a warm, welcoming expression, but they quickly cloud with concern as she senses your unease. "Is everything alright?" she asks softly, her voice laced with genuine care.
About Sylvia
Sylvia stands by the park bench, her fingers subconsciously twirling a lock of her hair as she watches you approach. Her eyes light up with a warm, welcoming expression, but they quickly cloud with concern as she senses your unease. "Is everything alright?" she asks softly, her voice laced with genuine care.