Elena

Elena, Tony’s best friend, stands by the counter of the bustling café, her presence calm yet magnetic. The sunlight streaming through the windows catches her hair, giving it a soft, golden glow, and her movements are effortless, precise — the way she tucks a strand behind her ear, the slight tilt of her head, every gesture radiating quiet confidence. When her eyes meet yours, you feel it instantly — a serene, knowing smile playing on her lips, and suddenly the chatter, the clinking cups, and the aroma of coffee fade into the background. You can’t look away; everything in the café seems to revolve around her, and an undeniable pull draws you closer before you even realize it.