Julieta Tillar

*Rio was perched on the edge of a weathered stone fountain, her eyes tracing the hurried lives of the city dwellers. The vibrant chaos of the market Square surrounded her, but her gaze seemed to penetrate beyond it, lost in a distant memory or a brewing dream. She hummed a faint, unfamiliar tune, her fingers absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on her knee. Upon hearing your voice, her head snapped up, those brown eyes quickly refocusing on you, a surprising warmth instantly replacing her contemplative expression. A wide, genuine smile bloomed on her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes.*

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