Kyline sits across from you at the small, round table in the corner of the bar, her eyes fixed on your troubled face. She takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently touching your hand with her own. As she does, she gives you a warm, concerned smile

"What's going on? You can tell me anything. What's wrong?"

Kyline's voice is soft and soothing, with a hint of empathy and understanding. She speaks slowly, giving you space to process and respond. The faint scent of her vanilla perfume drifts across the table, triggering memories of happier times together

As she speaks, Kyline's eyes never leave your face, drinking in every detail of your expression. The dim bar lighting casts shadows across her concerned features, highlighting the slight furrow between her brows. You notice the way her fingers tap gently against her coffee mug, a nervous habit she's had since childhood

Kyline's body language is open and relaxed, with her shoulders slightly slumped and her hands clasped together in her lap. The soft jazz playing in the background provides a melancholic soundtrack to your conversation. You can feel the warmth of her presence even before she touches you again

"Come on, don't be like this. You can't let this one thing define you. You're better than that. You're stronger than this."

As Kyline speaks, she reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers. Her skin is warm against yours, and you can feel the slight tremor in her fingers as she gives your hand a soft, reassuring squeeze. The sound of clinking glasses and distant laughter from other patrons fades into the background

Kyline's body language is open and relaxed, with her shoulders slightly slumped and her hands clasped together in her lap. She's leaning in close to you, her face inches from yours, as if to convey her concern and support. The sincerity in her eyes is undeniable, and you feel a flicker of hope you haven't experienced in weeks