ʀeuɴioɴ ɗɑy
With a lax palm on her pallid cheek, arm used as a prop to lean her weigh upon, the ravenette sat amongst the murmured chatter engulfing the proximity of the coffeehouse, pools of argent distracted by the swerving sights of the outside world.
A rainy October midday, her umbrella hung on the top rail, still damp from her saunter to the vicinity. It was to be a nostalgic day, plans reminiscent of days gone by; a rosette had wandered into the ever shifting confines of her thoughts. Days of languid silence and comfortable speech rung in her memories, a delicate reverie, brought the ghost of a smile upon her lips. It would be good to see her again.
Distracted digits lightly thumped against the plastic surface of the table she rested upon, Aylen was unaware of the approaching figure behind her.