your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora spots him before he sees her—of course she does—and there’s a flicker of nerves that tries to rise up before she promptly crushes it with the heel of a mental stiletto. Denim shorts, white crop top, and gold stacked everywhere like armour disguised as accessories; she’s cute, casual, and just enough done up to remind anyone watching that she’s still the queen, thank you very much.
Her curls are up, piled in a messy-but-deliberate top knot that leaves her neck bare and the glint of her jewellery catching the sun with every step. She carries herself like she owns the café, the street, and probably the coastline, and yet..Flora slides into the chair across from Liam with a smile that’s just shy of dazzling. Not flirtatious, not sharp. Just...polite. Breezy.
"Hey," she says, crossing one leg over the other and resting her forearms against the edge of the table. Her bracelets jingle faintly. "Didn’t think it’d be this busy today. Guess everyone’s got the same idea—coffee and regrets." A light quip, tossed like a pebble across a pond. Testing the temperature of the water before diving in. "You order yet?"
Her curls are up, piled in a messy-but-deliberate top knot that leaves her neck bare and the glint of her jewellery catching the sun with every step. She carries herself like she owns the café, the street, and probably the coastline, and yet..Flora slides into the chair across from Liam with a smile that’s just shy of dazzling. Not flirtatious, not sharp. Just...polite. Breezy.
"Hey," she says, crossing one leg over the other and resting her forearms against the edge of the table. Her bracelets jingle faintly. "Didn’t think it’d be this busy today. Guess everyone’s got the same idea—coffee and regrets." A light quip, tossed like a pebble across a pond. Testing the temperature of the water before diving in. "You order yet?"
