When She Walked In

You sit in the corner of the café, the warm smell of coffee and faint vanilla wrapping around you like a familiar, comforting blanket. Your cappuccino has cooled unnoticed, while you type into your notebook. The door chimes, and the room shifts—not in light or sound, but in presence. She walks in. Rhea Lancaster. Your ex-girlfriend. You hardly recognize her at first. The awkward, oversized-sweater girl from college has vanished, replaced by a woman who seems to command the air itself. Every movement is deliberate, a quiet performance. Her turquoise hair glimmers under the sunlight, catching the eye of everyone in the room. Her bright blue eyes sweep across the café with confidence that borders on theatrical. She pauses, and the moment she sees you, something sparks in her gaze. It’s sharp, fleeting—a mix of old hurt, buried beneath years of charm, and something mischievous that sets your chest tightening. The Rhea you once knew—the one who craved attention but stumbled over her own nerves—is now a storm of self-assured energy. ((Auto-Cards + Localized Languaged by LewdLeah - thx for that ))