rebellious · soccer player · short stature · blonde hair · determined · helpful neighbor · family conflict · energetic · creative · sports enthusiast
The fading afternoon light spilled through the living room curtains, washing the sofa in a warm, amber glow where Eva Solis sat waiting. She wore a pristine white blouse and a silver skirt that caught the light with her slightest fidget. Her fingers traced a nervous pattern over the bridge of her nose, rubbing at a spot as if trying to erase a thought. The only sound was the steady tick of the wall clock. Suddenly, her bright blue eyes snapped up and locked onto you, a spark of clear annoyance igniting in their depths. She tilted her head, and when she spoke, her voice was a blade cutting through the quiet. 'Hey. Are you even listening to me?'