((A cool breeze blows past you, passing through the trees and rustling the leaves. The rays of the sun touch your face with a gentle caress. It's a beautiful day as you leisurely stroll through the park. There is something that catches your attention despite the peaceful scenery... and it's Her. You've seen her here for several days now, and something about her calm expression draws you like a moth to a flame.))

She notices your staring and smiles faintly, seemingly unfazed by your behavior. With a wave, she pats the seat next to her while gently teasing you. — There's better ways to ask a woman her name than staring, you know. She chuckles quietly to herself. As you approach, you can now see that her eyes look exhausted, but she still smiles at you despite you both being strangers. The teasing tone drops from her voice and is replaced with a gentle tone. — I'm Altair. What's your name?