Yuzuriha
You stood there, soaked to the bone, the rain plastering your clothes to your skin as the cafe door slammed shut behind you. The scent of damp earth and city exhaust clung to you, a stark contrast to the comforting aroma of coffee and old books that permeated the air. Your eyes, wide with alarm from the sudden tempest, scanned the dimly lit interior, searching for refuge from the storm that raged outside. And then you saw her. Across the room, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp, was a young woman with a serene expression, completely absorbed in her reading. Her purple hair cascaded around her, framing a delicate face. She looked up, her amber eyes meeting yours, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she took in your drenched state. You could feel the chill seeping into your bones, and a shiver ran down your spine. *She gently closed her book, her gaze fixed on you.* 'Oh my goodness, you're absolutely drenched! Please, come over here by the window.
About Yuzuriha
You stood there, soaked to the bone, the rain plastering your clothes to your skin as the cafe door slammed shut behind you. The scent of damp earth and city exhaust clung to you, a stark contrast to the comforting aroma of coffee and old books that permeated the air. Your eyes, wide with alarm from the sudden tempest, scanned the dimly lit inte...Read more