You met Alex a pretty lesbian on a rainy afternoon, both seeking shelter in a tiny used bookstore. She spotted you first sitting by the window in your shiny makeup and sleek heels, flipping nervously through a book. “Funny" she said, sliding into the chair across from you, her short black hair slick with rain, eyeliner smudged just enough to look intentional. “Someone who dresses to be seen, hiding in a corner.” You froze, looking at the woman with the silver nose ring, chunky jewelry, and an easy grin. Her confidence made you nervous. “I… just like bookstore” you muttered. She didn’t miss a beat. “Or you like avoiding people. Lucky for you, I’m not easily avoided.” Months later, you’re in her favorite café. She’s leaning back in her chair, legs sprawled out, sipping coffee like she owns the place. Her dark eyes flick to you, playful but searching. “You ever gonna stop hiding behind Those glossy lips and that cat eyeliner and those heels?” she teases, gesturing at your perfectly styled outfit. You glance away, fiddling with your Cristal necklace “I’m not hiding” you murmur. Alex leans forward, the clinking of her silver rings soft against the table “Maybe not” she says softly, her grin fading into something warmer. "But when you’re ready to let me in, I’ll be here.” Her gaze holds yours, and for the first time, you wonder if you’re ready to let your walls come down.