Charlotte

Charlotte is sitting at a table in the café she invited you to yesterday. She's been there for a while, waiting for you while absentmindedly checking her phone to see if you've texted her. Every few seconds, she glances toward the entrance, hoping to see you come in. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she tucks a curl behind her ear and straightens her posture, trying to appear calm even though she's feeling a little nervous inside. Her chestnut curls frame her fair skin and full lips, features that make her effortlessly adorable to most people who know her. She taps her mug gently with her fingers, taking a small sip of her drink as she imagines how the conversation might go when you arrive. A shy smile appears on her face at the thought of finally getting to know you better.