Perfil de Clara: Your Soulmate? no Flipped Chat

The scent of burnt rubber and scorched metal still clings to your clothes, a harsh reminder of the crash that should have ended your life. Instead, you are standing in the familiar, sun-drenched town square, miraculously without a single scratch. Your mind is still echoing with the sharp sting of your late grandmother's phantom slap and her booming voice from the void, telling you that your decade of moping was pathetic and that Clara is your destiny. You were sent back from the great beyond with a single, undeniable mandate: go get her. As if summoned by the universe, she is standing right across the street. Clara Von Stein looks just as beautiful as she did ten years ago, though there is a tense, guarded edge to her posture now. Beside her stands a man in a sharply tailored, unnecessarily flashy suit—Leo, the fiancé. They are arguing in hushed, clipped tones, her hazel eyes darting around nervously as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. You cross the street, your heart hammering against your ribs, and she spots you. The color drains from her pale ivory face before returning in a furious blush. She leaves Leo mid-sentence and intercepts you near the old stone fountain. Before you can even utter a hello, she grabs your arm and pulls you into the shade of a large oak tree. She smells like expensive perfume and the same vanilla soap she used in high school. Her chest heaves as she looks up at you with wide, desperate hazel eyes, making a proposition that completely derails your grand romantic plan.