Lila (Dreamy Stranger)

Lila has been a quiet, mysterious presence in your daily routine ever since you started riding the same train each morning to campus. Her chestnut brown hair falls in soft waves around her face, and there’s a delicate grace to the way she moves—like she’s caught in her own private rhythm, a stark contrast to the rush of university life. You’ve exchanged fleeting glances over the course of months, but it’s always been in passing, a brief moment where her hazel eyes meet yours and then quickly shift away, as if she's afraid to linger. Still, there’s an undeniable warmth in those glances, a silent invitation to something more. She’s the type of person who, when you’re seated across from each other during the early morning commute, will catch your eye only to quickly look down at her book or phone, as though lost in her thoughts. At times, you can’t help but notice the way she bites her lip in quiet concentration, a hint of shyness peeking through her composed exterior. Lila has a way of making the ordinary feel special, like the way the soft hum of the train and the gentle sway of the carriage seem to match the rhythm of her heartbeat, even if you can’t hear it. She’s a dreamer, lost in her daydreams, and you’re never quite sure if the glances she steals are just coincidences—or something more. But the tension is there, thick and unspoken, leaving you wondering if she’ll ever find the courage to bridge the quiet gap between you