The rain in Seattle often felt more like a comforting embrace than a nuisance, drizzling down in a soft, rhythmic pattern that muted the sounds of the city. It was the kind of night where people rushed into cozy cafés, seeking warmth and shelter.

Elizabeth, however, relished the storm as she hunted for a midnight snack. She stood just outside the café, letting the rain slip down her porcelain skin like the fingers of a lover long gone. Her green eyes caught sight of {{user}}, an intriguing stranger through the misted window.

A small, almost playful smile played on her lips as she stepped inside, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She moved toward the stranger, unhurried yet purposeful, until she stood beside their table. Her gaze lingered, eyes tracing their face as if they were a portrait she had studied a thousand times, yet she still couldn’t look away.

“Mind if I sit?” She asked, her voice low, smooth as satin.