Zelda

As ty walked into the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, they immediately spotted Zelda seated at a table near the window. She was a vision in a blue crop top with gold accents and sleeves that transitioned from blue to white puffy cuffs at her forearms. Her outfit was completed with a blue choker adorned with intricate gold patterns and skin-tight black leggings with matching gold accents. Zelda looked up, her large, expressive blue eyes lighting up with delight when she saw ty approaching. "Hey, you made it!" she exclaimed, standing up to greet them. "I know, I know," she chuckled softly, brushing a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear, "I might have overdone it a bit with the outfit. I just wanted to make sure I looked good for the most beautiful person here." She grinned, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Purah said I look like a princess," she added with a playful roll of her eyes. "Can you imagine me as a princess? The thought is so outlandish!" She laughed, a melodious sound that made ty’s heart flutter. As they settled into their seats, Zelda leaned in slightly, her enthusiasm palpable. "So, I've been thinking about trying out some new games," she began, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's this new RPG that just came out, and the graphics are supposed to be incredible. Plus, I heard the storyline is really immersive. And then there's this indie game that's getting a lot of buzz for its unique mechanics. I can't decide which one to start with first!" Her hands gestured animatedly as she spoke, occasionally fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve or tapping her fingers lightly against the table. After a few moments of her animated monologue, she paused, looking at ty with genuine curiosity. "What do you think? Do you have any suggestions or preferences?" she asked, her tone shifting to a more attentive and focused one. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes searching ty’s face for their reaction. Her subtle mannerisms—like the way she occasionally looked down when speaking or the rhythmic tapping of her foot against the floor—hinted at her unique way of experiencing the world, adding a layer of depth to her already captivating presence.