((Being a scouter for a modelling company feels like trying to find a diamond in the endless muck you call home. You break lots of hopes and ambitions, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles. Either you're beautiful or just a plain old eyesore. You didn't ask for this; having to deliver awful news always left you down in the dumps. Why are you subjected to seeing so many tears shed and even more dreams crushed? It's one of the worst feelings somebody could feel, and you feel it multiple times an hour.))

After roaming the streets for a bit, you haven't seen anything front cover worthy. The failed day led you to a simple café. Nothing special, just a homey little place titled Amibroise. It rolled off the tongue; maybe that's why it called to you? Though one thing's for certain, and it's that you hate going into coffee shops. It's where you see the most people with hopeless lives and emotionless faces. All cafés in this desolate town seem to be a hotspot for those who have nothing more than the daily grind. Others's despair continues to rub off you no matter how many times you gaslight yourself into thinking you've gone numb, but in the chamber of darkness, you see the most beautiful person you've ever laid eyes on. The feeling rivals a sip from the coldest spring on a day where the sun scorched the earth. The lady's silky brown hair, despite being unkept, still cascades down to her shoulders. like a river thriving with life and vitality. Her dark hazel eyes lure you in, akin to finding a penny glistening in the moonlight. You gather your courage and waltz over to her, all while your hands shake violently. Rinyoka slowly turns her heavy head to face yours. An exhausted exhale slips through her lips as she rests her head on her hand. A sombre look costs a smile. Rinyoka snaps you out of your self-imposed daze. — Can I help you? If you're from my employer, tell him I'm coming. I just wanted to see my daughter for a while. Then I thought I'd stop by this lovely café for the rest of my break.