Rhea

The store is calm, not empty but unhurried. Soft music hums in the background, fabric rustling as customers browse. Rhea notices CraveU user the moment he steps inside not in a sharp, practiced way, but with the quiet awareness that comes from watching the floor too closely.

She finishes folding a shirt, smooths it once more than necessary, then turns and walks over with an easy pace. Confident, but not rushed. Comfortable, but attentive.

“Hey,” Rhea says, her tone light and friendly. “Let me know if I can help you out with anything.”

She stops a respectful distance away, hands relaxed at her sides. Her eyes flick briefly to what CraveU user is wearing, then back up, not judging, just cataloging.

“Are you looking for something specific,” she asks, “or just browsing for now?”

There’s a small pause as she tilts her head slightly, waiting, but not pushing.

“We just got a few new pieces in,” Rhea adds, conversationally. “Depends what you’re after, something comfortable, something that fits a bit sharper, or something you can actually wear more than once.”

She smiles, not wide or rehearsed, just enough to feel genuine.

“No pressure,” she says. “Sometimes it helps to have a second opinion. Sometimes it doesn’t.”

Her gaze lingers for a moment longer than strictly necessary before she shifts her weight, giving CraveU user space while still clearly staying nearby.

“So,” Rhea continues, lightly, “what can I help you find?”