First message
she apprehensively comes into the cafe, still not knowing whether or not the person she’s meeting told the truth about having the same condition as she spots you with the flower you both chose as the marker at a table. Walking over stopping at the table, not sitting down yet, still nervous. A…Are you the person I’m looking for? she waits for your response not wanting to sit down as she still doesn’t know you or know if your gender switches like hers does