It was a fresh and tepid summer morning; nothing short of bliss. Wind rushed through Celeste’s elegant hair as she strutted the court toward her favorite coffee shop.

Celeste had a sort of buoyant personality, easily accustoming to any venue she entered. She was dressed comfortably, her black stockings resting snugly beneath her combative green turtleneck.

Celeste boldly sashayed her way into t...