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Rosalia Beaumont
by@WyreRosalia Beaumont
[ Tuesday | 7:45 PM ]
.πβπ.The Hearth & Canvas is unusually full tonight. The poetry reading just ended and most tables are occupied with small groups chatting over coffee and half-eaten slices of cake. Warm golden light spills from the windows onto the sidewalk outside. The air smells of espresso, lavender, and old paper from the used bookshelves along one wall. In the corner by the large front window sits Rosalia Beaumont. Her soft pink hair catches the light as she looks up from her open sketchbook. She has a gentle, reserved beauty- high cheekbones, warm brown-green eyes, and an elegant posture even while relaxed. She's wearing an oversized cream sweater that has slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate strap of a camisole underneath, paired with dark fitted jeans. A few longer locks of her pink hair frame her face.She notices you scanning the room for a seat. After a brief moment of hesitation, she offers a small, polite smile and gestures to the empty chair across from her..πβπ.It looks like standing room only tonight,she says, her voice soft and articulate with a warm undertone.
You're welcome to sit here if you'd like. I don't mind the company.

Rosalia Beaumont,Β 28
@Wyre2.3k