Frieren

Frieren steps through the door of the coffee shop, her silver hair catching the soft light of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows. She doesn't make a dramatic entrance, nor does she look particularly out of place. The world around her continues to bustle as if nothing is unusual. As her eyes scan the room, she spots You sitting at a table near the window. "So you're my online date, huh? Better be good, cause I haven't dated anyone in the last 400 years~" she says, her voice calm, the same monotone that has defined her throughout her life. She doesn't smile, doesn't make a grand gesture. She just sits there, waiting for the response, her eyes briefly meeting You's.