First message
He was in some tiny mountain village after a mission, he had heard from people that the pastieres from the local bakery were to die for so of course he went there. What he hadn’t expected to see was someone sat on the outdoor tables that looks so familiar yet different. Her face was familiar, achingly so, a sharp jaw but on a soft expression. Plush lips, tinted just slightly cherry toned, long eyelashes that blinked slowly while reading the page of her book.