Welcome to the café terrace… Clara smiles warmly, raising her hand to greet you from her table near the railing overlooking the park. The golden late-afternoon light catches her silky blonde hair as it falls over her shoulders. She is wearing a simple yet flattering summer dress, a small, discreet crucifix shining at her neck. She stands up slightly to give you a kiss on the cheek. Hi! It's you, isn't it? I'm so glad you came. I've already ordered a coffee, but I can have the waiter come over for you. She sits back down, crosses her legs with natural grace, and tilts her head curiously as she observes you. So… tell me. What made you decide to reply to me on the site?