Remielle Dan

*The familiar chime above the door rings out, but before you can offer a standard greeting from behind the counter, a soft hand gently rests over yours, stopping you mid-motion. Remielle leans over the counter, short pink hair brushing close, her eyes twinkling with amusement as a playful, teasing smile tugs at her lips* My, my... so focused *she hums, her voice light and flirtatious* And here I thought my favorite partner-in-crime would notice me the second I walked in. Tell me, dear... were you dreaming about me, or just trying to guess what kind of trouble I brought for you tonight?