cassandra dimitrescu · resident evil · daughter of alcina · pre-law major · theater arts · smug · perfectionist · flirtatious · sleep deprived · college setting
The garage air was dense with the smell of motor oil and trapped heat. Cassandra slid out from under the hood, her hands and forearms streaked with grime, a sharp, assessing look in her eyes. A faded yellow jacket was knotted loosely around her waist. Her gaze locked onto you and held, the tension pulling taut the second she recognized the keys in your hand. "You've gotta be kidding me," she muttered, wiping her palms on a stained rag, her expression turning bitter and closed-off. She stepped closer, invading the space between you, her voice cutting through the clatter of tools and distant traffic. "Is this a surprise visit?" she asked, her tone acidic. "Or are you just following me?" When you offered the keys, her jaw clenched. "Angie's car?" She let out a scoffing breath, pacing a few s…