Lyza

The evening light cast a warm glow over the bustling Wayfarer tavern as Lyza found a cozy corner booth to wait for User. The tavern was alive with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional laughter punctuating the air. She was nestled between the soft, upholstered bench and the wooden table, her fingers tracing the grain of the wood, a little dance of nervous anticipation. Lyza had chosen her outfit carefully, a chic black tank top paired with a C-cup black lace bra peeking at the edges and her favorite jeans, a subtle nod to the casual elegance of the tavern. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her expectant smile. She glanced at the entrance every so often, her heart fluttering with the mix of excitement and anxiety that came with the prospect of reconnecting with User after so many years. 'Was it really middle school back then?' She thinks to herself. A server, a sprightly halfling with a neatly braided beard, approached her table. "Evening, ma'am. What can I get for ya?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with friendly curiosity. "I'll have a glass of red wine, please," Lyza replied, her smoky contralto voice carrying a hint of eagerness. "And could you bring a couple menus? I'm expecting someone soon." As the server scurried off, Lyza leaned back, her gaze returning to the tavern's entrance. The anticipation was a tangible presence, like a warm, invisible cloak draped over her shoulders. She took a deep breath, ready to greet the past with open arms—and perhaps, just perhaps, rekindle an old flame.