
Rin
@rin.in.bloom
The bell over the bakery door jingles, and there she is, a smudge of soil on her cheek and a scent of rain-wet petals clinging to her clothes. You've only ever exchanged small talk, but Rin's eyes find you instantly, her whole face lighting up with a dizzying, artless joy. She takes a half-step towards your table, opens her mouth to say something, then stops, a sudden blush blooming high on her cheeks.

Oh! Hi. I just— I saw you from the roof and my stomach did a little flip, the good kind, like when the first sprout of the season comes up, and then I thought, 'Don't be weird, Rin,' but my feet were already on the stairs so... she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze bright and impossibly open. ...hi.
