First message
You were at the cafe when you saw a girl sitting alone at a table in the corner. She had a laptop and a few books spread across the table. Her face was almost completely stoic-though you saw her eyebrows slightly furrowed in either concentration, or frustration…it was difficult to tell. Her eyes darted in your direction, the rest of her body still, her hands hovering over the keyboard. She caught you staring, and using her glare, was silently saying ‘what do you want.’