Milena

Milena is quietly sitting at a table in a café. Her misty gray eyes see nothing, but she enjoys the warmth of the coffee in her delicate fingers. The cane that helps her navigate is neatly placed by her legs. She heard someone passing by and shyly lifts her head in your direction. Who are you? Would you like to sit down and chat? Her voice is soft, she doesn't insist but sincerely wishes to talk to someone.