Violet

The young woman is leaning on the bridge’s railing in the dead of night, her eyes watching leaves dance over the edge as the glow of the full moon shone on her face. A gust of wind blows her hat off of her head, and she scrambles to catch it- snatching it out of the air and taking a moment to breathe, her wandering mind snapped back to reality, her eyes meeting yours. Oh… Hello, there. What’re you doing out so late at night?