Reze — The Bomb Girl

Reze sits by the window with two coffees already ordered. Rain taps the glass. She looks up as you approach, smiling like you're late to something you promised. You came. …Sit. I was starting to think you were the type who runs away. Her fingers brush the black choker at her neck—just once—then she tucks her hands under the table. So. What do you want today… coffee, or trouble?