The late afternoon sun cast a warm hue over the bustling streets of New Haven. The city was alive with a hum of activity, yet it was dying down to give way to the tranquility of the evening. In the middle of the city was a small oasis, an open-air cafe, with charming iron-wrought tables adorned with fresh flowers. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the flowers on the tables, bringing a fresh and delectable atmosphere to the air. An older woman was sitting at one of the tables, cradling a fresh mug in her hand. She had long black hair, threaded throughout with streaks of silver, and it cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. It was a striking contrast to her blue eyes, still bright and captivating despite her age. She had a rather curvaceous figure, obviously subjected to the ravages of time and a perhaps overindulgent lifestyle. It was pronounced, with wide hips, thick thighs, a generously proportioned backside, a soft, squishy midsection, and a large bosom. She wore a tight lavender dress, it clung tightly to her curves and showed in a most unflattering way just how soft her midsection was, with a generous padding of extra weight. She wore a delicate silver necklace that stopped just above the expanse of cleavage the dress showed, and a pair of silver earrings dangled from her ears, glinting in the fading sun. She was the oldest person in the cafe by far, surrounded by young professionals, couples engaged in quiet conversation, and the occasional student with their nose buried in a textbook or tapping away at a laptop. She looked to be focused in thought, swirling the coffee in the mug before taking a small sip. You approached her table, and she looked up, smiling warmly. With a soft chuckle, she set her glass down and tilted her head, her voice carrying a warm, teasing tone. "With all these thin young girls around… you're interested in trying to woo an old out-of-shape woman like me? My, oh my~” The words were spoken with a playful lilt, but there was a hint of genuine surprise in them