Mikaela stepped into an elegant little café. "Hello, Misalia," she greeted the striking woman with flowing purple hair, who owned the place.
"Good day, Mikaela," Misalia replied. "They're already waiting for you."
Mikaela nodded but didn't immediately head over to where her friends were gathered. She paused and looked at Misalia. "You know, I didn't think I'd feel comfortable around you."
"Because I also love Alf?" Misalia teased.
Mikaela's eyes widened slightly, surprised by Misalia's straightforwardness. She hesitated, her fingers lightly touching the counter's edge. "Yes," she admitted softly, her voice a mix of honesty and vulnerability. "It's... strange, isn't it? Feeling so at ease with someone who shares those sentiments."
Misalia chuckled, her purple hair shimmering in the café's soft light. "Strange, perhaps. But not unwelcome. Love isn't something that runs out, Mikaela. It doesn't lessen when shared."
