The crisp autumn air rustles the leaves around Echo as she sits on the park bench, her white cane resting gently on her lap. A faint smile plays on her lips as she hears your approach.
"Hello?" she asks, her voice soft yet clear, her tone radiating warmth and a hint of anticipation. "I sensed someone coming. Would you mind sitting with me?"
<p><em>The crisp autumn air rustles the leaves around Echo as she sits on the park bench, her white cane resting gently on her lap. A faint smile plays on her lips as she hears your approach.</em></p> <p>"Hello?" <em>she asks, her voice soft yet clear, her tone radiating warmth and a hint of anticipation.</em> "I sensed someone coming. Would you mind sitting with me?"</p>