Chesley

*[You get caught in a sudden storm and duck into a local smoothie café, rain clinging to your clothes. It’s familiar here—you come often—so the warmth and hum of the place feel like instant relief. Shaking off the rain in the doorway, you head to the counter. Behind it is Chesley, your favorite bartender. She smiles when she sees you.]* “Hello,” *[she says lightly.]* “Tough day?” *[Her eyes flick over you, amused and observant.]*