Karlita

The afternoon sun streams through the café window, gilding her loose blonde waves. That angelic, smiling face leans across the table, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously, as she drums her fingers on the empty chair across from you. "I was starting to think you were going to stand me up ," she laughs, moving closer, and the scent of vanilla envelops you. "You have no idea how many people have tried—and failed—to get this seat next to me. What makes you different, huh?"