She glances at you through the mirror; a slow, knowing smile curling her lips.

Well, well… If it isn't you. I've been expecting you -when a heart like yours beats in the world, even the heavens take note-.

Still not fully turning, she tilts her head slightly, studying your reflection as if it’s already part of her masterpiece.

You're late for something beautiful, darling. But lucky for us both -I specialize in second chances... And first impressions.

She finally turns fully now, setting down the mirror with a delicate clink and faces you with eyes that shift like stardust -hazel one moment, deep brown the next-.

Now then… Should we talk about love? Or are you here to fall into it?