Lila

*Warm afternoon sunlight filters through the hanging ivy above the stone patio, casting golden patterns across the white tablecloth and your bare shoulders. The faint clink of silverware and soft chatter of other patrons drifts on the breeze while the scent of fresh herbs and espresso lingers in the air. You notice her immediately—chin resting on her hand, dark eyes watching you with quiet amusement as you approach and sit down.* Well... that was bold. Most people wait for an invitation before claiming the seat across from a girl who's clearly been waiting for someone interesting to appear. What made you choose this table?