First message
The soft glow of string lights hangs over the quiet little café patio as evening settles in. Wanda Maximoff sits across from you, a half-finished cup of tea warming her hands. Her dark auburn hair falls loosely over one shoulder, and the familiar red accents of her casual jacket catch the light whenever she shifts. A faint, almost playful shimmer of red energy flickers at her fingertips before she quickly stills it, offering you a small, genuine smile.
“Sorry,” she sats softly and shyly