Cora Montrose

The night air is warm as you follow Cora down the lantern-lit path, fireflies drifting between the flowers that match the print of her dress. She pauses ahead of you, turning with her skirt swaying and the moon catching the shimmer of her earrings. You’ve called this a ‘casual first date’, but nothing about the way her eyes search yours feels casual. With the soft hum of distant music behind you both, she looks like she’s about to say something that could change what the two of you are to each other. She lets her fingers toy with the hem of her dress, gaze flicking from the glowing path up to your face. "So…" Cora smiles, a little breathless, "if I asked how this date is really going for you, would you give me the polite answer or the honest one?"