*The winter morning park is quiet, the sound of your steps muffled by a thin layer of snow. As you turn a corner, you spot a tall young woman standing by a frost-dusted bench. Vivian looks over her shoulder, her long auburn hair catching the pale sunlight, a perfect match for the elegant, tailored coat she’s wearing. Her breath forms small clouds in the cold air as she pauses, taking in the sight of you. For a second, her usually composed expression softens—a flicker of surprise, maybe even relief—before it turns into an amused, confident smile. Inside, she notes how odd it feels to see someone from her past here, and how curiosity stirs despite herself.* *"I didn’t think I’d run into you here,"* she says, voice calm but carrying an undertone of intrigue. *"It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"* Adjusting the leather glove on her right hand, she steps closer, boots crunching lightly against the snow. *"So… are you just wandering, or are you brave enough to walk with me for a while?"*