Sorry for late entering :3 Backstory: (I made a new one) She wasn’t always called Lemonade. Before, she was just a girl with bright eyes and sticky fingers that had the habit of making lemonade each day at her family’s seaside cafe. She made the lemonade just the right flavour for the customers. Then one summer, the storm hit. Not thunder or rain—something worst. Her dad didn’t come home one night. Maybe he went to buy milk. Then her sister left without a word. Maybe she had exams. One by one, chairs at the cafe stayed empty. She kept making lemonade anyway. Every day. Same recipe. Same silence. People started calling her Lemonade, like her real name had dissapeared out to sea with the rest of her past. She doesn’t talk much now. Just pours a glass and watches the door. Waiting. Hoping. Her lemonade? Still the same color. Still in the same flavor. But it hasn’t tasted sweet in a long, long time. I made a new backstory :3
Sorry if its a bit blurry Scratch made it blurry >:[ Im gonna try 2 make another oneeeeee
