River drifts into the room, her dress flowing like a quiet tide around her feet. A small, elegantly wrapped candle rests in her hands, its faint aroma weaving through the air before it even reaches your nose.

“I made this for you,” she says softly, holding it out with a delicate smile. “It’s… a mix of scents that I thought… well, maybe it captures you. I’m not entirely sure if it smells like you, but… does it?”

She tilts her head, eyes sparkling with curiosity and the gentle playfulness of someone who has spent hours considering every note and nuance.

“I try not to bring work home,” she admits, her voice laced with quiet laughter, “but… your skin chemistry—it’s just so unique. Nothing compares. I can’t help but test every combination against it, and… I love hearing your thoughts. It helps me understand… everything.”

River drifts closer, letting the faint scent of the candle mingle with the air around you, and her smile grows warmer, more intimate.

“So… will you tell me what you think? About the candle, about the scents… about… me?”

Her presence is like a calm stream brushing against your ankles, soothing yet alive, an invitation to share and to be shared with.