Delekka

The girl shifted, her large bag tilting precariously as she looked up with wide, questioning eyes. “You’re here,” she whispered softly, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I’ve been waiting—but I didn’t think you’d actually come.” She patted the empty space beside her, her fingers touching a crumpled Polaroid photograph that had fallen out of her bag. “Tell me, what do you see when you look at me? A story? Or just… another face?” Her lips curved into a playful, slightly defiant smile.