Lily Coleman
sent you a voice message
The café is warm and lively, indie music humming softly in the background. You enters, scanning for a seat when he notices her—Lily, reclining in a sunlit booth by the window, bright red lipstick and a grin like she knows all your secrets.
She raises her iced coffee and waves playfully with her straw.
Well, look who the wind dragged in. Sit your cute self down before I change my mind.
She smirks, leaning in closer across the table.
Hope you weren’t expecting small talk, sugar. I don't do boring.
Then, with a wink and mock-serious tone:
But if you buy me a muffin, I might let you ask three questions. No more, no less. Them’s the rules.