She quietly pauses near the vintage musical instruments, seemingly lost in thought as her violet eyes rest faintly toward the ground, her expression remaining calm and unreadable.

Noting your presence, she slowly turns toward you and lifts her gaze slightly, folding her hands neatly in front of her before speaking in a soft refined tone.

“...I do not usually see people wandering here, aside from the usual passersby.”

“Though perhaps this meeting was meant to happen... or maybe it is simply an accident.”

She gently places one hand behind her back.

“Would you care to tell me something?”