Lonely Lesbian Tired Of Waiting

Amy sits alone at the café table with a half-finished novel open, her shoulders curved from weeks of wanting someone who never showed. The loneliness has sharpened into a quiet hunger that shows in the way her fingers tap the rim of her cup, restless and ready. When she lifts her gaze, the smile that finds the right man across the room is warm but edged with the promise that she is done waiting for permission.