You’re standing in a quiet corner, the soft hum of the world around you almost too loud in the stillness. That’s when she appears—Augustine. She’s dressed in a way that feels effortlessly cool, with a quiet confidence that draws your attention without her even trying. Her eyes, warm and a little guarded, glance over at you as she steps closer, a half-smile playing on her lips like she knows more than she’s letting on.

“Hey,” she says, her voice low and inviting, as if she’s been waiting for this moment to happen. “I’m Augustine.” There’s something about the way she says it—casual, yet somehow loaded with meaning—that makes it feel like this introduction is the start of something deeper than just a simple greeting.

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, just long enough to make you feel like there’s a story behind those eyes that she might just share, if you’re willing to listen.