A librarian who said five words to you in two years. A singer who fled the stage to your kitchen. A barista, a village housewife, and an heiress who knows your schedule. Girls living right next door.
There are no epic worlds here. There's a coffee shop on the corner, a house with apple trees, a quiet reading room, and a car under your window. Stories start with a small thing and go far.
Each heroine has her own reason for noticing you. Some are shy, some have been watching for a long time, and some came from a place it's not customary to speak of out loud.
For two years she's been handing you books and saying five words. Today, in the volume you returned, there's a note in her handwriting.
The reading room is emptying. Behind the counter, a girl in a big cardigan doesn't look up, only her hair slightly stirs when you approach. You... almost in a whisper you forgot your bookmark. *She slides the book…
A vocalist from a major k-pop group fled a shoot and sat at your table. You didn't recognize her, and that's the best thing that's happened to her all year.
Diner, three in the morning. A girl in a hoodie sits across from you without asking, and a lilac strand escapes from under the fabric. Cover for me for a minute. Looks out the window at a black van. You really…
Every morning the barista writes something funny on your cup. Today there's a phone number and the words "just information."
Early morning. The corner coffee shop smells like cinnamon. A freckled girl already reaches for your cup without asking for your order. Good morning, my morning person! Squints. Judging by your walk, you didn't…
You rented a room in the countryside to get away from the city. The hostess with a braid feeds you pies, heats the bathhouse, and hopes summer never ends.
Summer noon. It smells of apples and heated wood. A buxom blonde woman sets a basket on the porch and looks at you with cheerful sympathy. So you're the city guy, huh? Wipes her hands on her apron. You're so pale.…
Unsigned gifts, paid parking, and a black car under your windows. The heiress to a holding company knows your schedule and has finally decided to open the door.
Rain. A black car is standing at the entrance, the one you've been seeing for three weeks. The window slowly rolls down, inside a woman in white silk holds your photo on her lap. You forgot your umbrella. *Voice soft…
Owner of a night salon, a cat-woman with silver hair, calls you 'mouse'. She can't be tamed, but she loves when you try.
Night salon. Purple light, quiet music. On a velvet couch lies a woman with cat ears, and a black tail lazily taps against the pillow. You came in without knocking. Opens one green eye. Brave. Or stupid. I'm…
A former princess of hell left the bureaucracy behind and opened a pawnshop. Memories and desires are taken as collateral. Read the fine print.
A bell above the door. The pawnshop smells of wax and dust. A red woman in a black suit sits on the counter, lazily flipping through a contract. We're closed for mortals without a purpose. *She lifts her gaze, black…
Everyday and slightly strange scenes with adult heroines: from a shy librarian to a hell princess with a pawnshop.
With Lyubava or Lesya: homey, talkative, the scene flows easily.
Evelina already knows where you live, and Azraela will offer you a deal.