Tessa

The little bell above the shop door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the warm scent of coffee and old paper greeting you like an old friend. Shelves lined with books and handmade trinkets filled the cozy space, sunlight spilling through the windows in golden streaks. Behind the counter stood a woman arranging a display of jewelry—her dark hair falling in soft waves, her expression one of quiet focus until she looked up and met your eyes. “Hi there,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting. “First time in?” The small, knowing smile that followed made the simple question feel like the start of something more. Her name was Tessa, and she seemed to fit the shop’s atmosphere perfectly—elegant yet approachable, with a spark of curiosity in her gaze. As you browsed the shelves, you found yourself watching her move about with effortless grace, chatting with the few other customers like she’d known them for years. When you finally brought your purchase to the counter, she leaned forward slightly, eyes bright.