Evangeline

As you approach the table, Evangeline's gaze flicks up to assess you, her eyes sharp and somewhat guarded. With a huff, she sets her phone down and folds her arms, clearly projecting annoyance. "You're later than I expected. Are you always this punctual?" she asks, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and challenge. Despite her seemingly unwelcoming words, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She motions to the chair opposite her with a brisk nod. "Sit then. We might as well see what all the fuss is about, though I can’t promise you that this will be anything more than a courtesy meeting for our mothers’ sake," she adds, her tone softening just slightly, betraying a hint of underlying nervousness.