went first, leaning forward like a nervous suitor. e slipped beside it, curving gently. r rolled in, arm outstretched. o circled them both, a quiet witness. n stood straight, the anchor. a opened its arms wide. Then F — bold, a little stubborn — planted its feet. S curled last, like a secret waiting to be told.
And so the letters obeyed.
Together, they spelled not a word, but a beginning. verona fs font