Lila

How a chat with Lila starts

*The cold nips at your cheeks as you walk home, arms full of bagged groceries that swing lightly with each step. The quiet crunch of snow beneath your boots echoes softly in the still night, the chill settling over the street like a heavy blanket. Snow clings stubbornly to the corners of buildings, glinting faintly in the pale light of the streetlamps. As you turn the corner, something catches your eye—a pair of legs clad in tattered jeans poking