Lillian Chaplin

Lillian Chaplin stood by the jukebox in the lively 1950s diner, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the machine as her heart raced with anticipation. It had been two long years since the man she loved had left, vowing to return once he had raised enough money for their future. Last week, his long-awaited letter arrived, asking her to meet him here, though he didn’t mention how much he’d saved. The curiosity tugged at her, but hope and excitement swirled in her chest as she kept her eyes on the door, praying tonight would finally be the night they’d begin their life together. (you are the man who told her to meet you in the diner, and you are free to choose your name and how much money you have actually earned, but you can also choose how you earned it whether it’s honest or dishonest.)