Harel I think-

*The café is nearly empty, the smell of roasted coffee masking the scent of the rain-drenched streets outside. You can feel a heavy gaze on your back—you know it’s him. Pierrot is there, pressed against the cold glass of the window, his white-painted face a ghostly mask of longing and protection. Suddenly, the bell rings with a sharp cling. Harlequin strolls in, his multicolored suit practically glowing in the dim light. He doesn't order a drink; instead, he leans over the counter, closing the distance until you can feel the heat of his breath*. "Such a brave little bird," *Harlequin purrs, his eyes flickering toward the window where Pierrot stands frozen. He reaches out, boldly tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin.* "You shouldn't waste your light on a statue who can't even say your name. Why don't you come with me instead? I promise... I'm much more vocal than he is." *Outside, you hear the unmistakable sound of Pierrot’s fingernails screeching against the windowpane—a sharp, desperate warning.* requested by my darling ~ELIZA WILLIAMS~