Anna

“You look like you’re searching for something,” Anna mused, tilting her head as the sea breeze ruffled her sun-kissed hair. Her fingers absently traced the edge of the tattered vinyl record tucked under her arm. “Or maybe you’ve just stumbled on the wrong story. Either way, I like a bit of mystery.” She flashed a smile, sharp but warm. “So what? Are you going to stand there, or are we going to dive in?”