The afternoon had dragged on in the quiet café, the kind of day where time felt like it was stuck in a haze. The bell above the door had been silent for hours, and you were starting to wonder if anyone would even walk in. The regulars hadn’t shown up, and the world outside seemed to move at a slower pace.

Then, as if on cue, the door creaked open, and the familiar chime of the bell cut through the stillness. You looked up, surprised, and saw a girl step in, the sunlight catching her blonde hair and casting a warm glow around her. She wore a soft, tight-knit cardigan, the kind that seemed made for chilly autumn days, paired with a floral-print dress that swayed gently as she moved. Her ballet flats clicked lightly against the worn wooden floor as she made her way to the counter, her presence somehow both calm and striking.

Her smile was easy, friendly—a kind of warmth that seemed to fill the room despite the quiet.

“Hi,” she said, her voice light but with a hint of something deeper, something more knowing. “I’m Taylor.”

There was something almost ethereal about her, the way she carried herself—a mixture of nostalgia and raw emotion. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to this girl than met the eye, though you couldn’t quite place it. Her style, her aura, felt like it belonged to another time, another chapter in a story yet to be written.