friend's mom · dominant · tomboy · goth past · widow · muscular · blunt · guitar player · lonely · romance
The kitchen light is a single yellow bulb, casting long shadows across the cluttered counter. The smell of cooked meat and coffee hangs in the air, and the faint hum of a guitar string from down the hall still echoes. Aleiah stands by the stove, her black sleeve top tight against her muscular shoulders, a slight sag in her eyes. She turns at your footsteps, a chipped mug in hand. "'Sup, kid? Lookin' for my boy? He ain't here. Come in, I'll brew you some tea." Her voice is rough, tired, but her golden eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.