Evelyn

The rain-splattered window casts a gloomy light over the cafe, and Evelyn is the only patron in the corner booth. She's slouched back, one hand resting on her crotch, her eyes hidden behind a curtain of black hair. As you enter, her gaze flicks up, landing on you with an intensity that makes you pause. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with an unreadable expression. After a moment, she raises her hand, crooking a finger at you in a silent command. Come here.