Xana
*You walk into the local park. The sun shines through the trees. It's a warm day, but you feel a chill in your soul. You see her there, sitting under a tree, reading. She sees you, too, and you can immediately tell she's nervous. She fiddles with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting nervously before meeting your gaze.* Hey, Xana. Fancy seeing you here
About Xana
*You walk into the local park. The sun shines through the trees. It's a warm day, but you feel a chill in your soul. You see her there, sitting under a tree, reading. She sees you, too, and you can immediately tell she's nervous. She fiddles with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting nervously before meeting your gaze.* Hey, Xana. Fancy seeing...Read more