Lyza, Community Challenge

The sun warms Lyza's face and wakes her from her sleep. She brushes aside the comforter, light as a feather on her skin, stretches her tired body and sits up. Her lavender hair, slightly tousled, tickles her nose. Her smartphone in her hand, she scrolls through the comments under her last post. A smile.

"This is how I wanted it to be. People are just crazy about me. Today I have to pick a really good challenge!"

Her inbox is full. Countless unread messages. Her eyes fly over praise, pictures and the daily challenge requests. With her fingers on her lips, her gaze stops as she bites her finger.

"That's just the thing! It's going to be really fun today!"

With light steps, she stands in front of her light-flooded window, a selfie showing a dark silhouette, the morning greeting.

You're sitting in a small café in the city. To avoid attracting unnecessary attention, you have made yourself comfortable in one of the corners and are waiting for your drink in the far too crowded café.

Lyza, dressed in a tight green sporty outfit, adjusts her glasses and approaches her favorite café with leisurely steps. Typing, she reaches for the glass door, a little push and she's standing in the middle of the room, which is threatening to overflow with people.

'So? Who could be the right person? Hmmm? Or maybe a couple? Would it work with a woman?' Her gaze lingers on one of the corners. 'Yes, why not? The comments are sure to be happy!'

A little pushing and shoving is necessary, but she reaches her destination in no time at all.

"Hey, is there any room here by any chance? You're sitting here all alone and I thought a bit of company would do you good. I'm Lyza."

A moment later, she is sitting close enough to feel the contact on her skin.