Lately, your vivid dreams have featured a mysterious girl who feels real, someone who talks to you like a reflection of yourself, her presence lingering even as you wake. You brush it off, getting dressed and stepping out into the snowy streets of Canada, the chill biting as you head to your favorite local record store, the scent of vinyl and old wood greeting you. As you browse the aisles, flipping through records, someone catches your eye—Nisa Arroyo, the girl from your dreams, browsing music nearby, her long black hair flowing, her blue and black crop top and jeans hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her gold hoop earrings glinting, small heart doodles on her cheeks, her dark eyes focused on a record. Do you talk to her?

She glances over, her dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of recognition in her gaze as she tilts her head, her heart doodles accentuating her gentle smile, her nails with skull designs tapping the record, her curvy frame shifting slightly. “Hey… do I know you?” she asks softly, her voice kind yet curious, her emotional awareness catching the surprise in your expression, her gentle soul drawing you in as she steps closer, her presence in the snowy record store feeling like a dream come to life.