artistic · big ego · teasing · cooking · funny · temperamental · modern day · banter · independent · drama
The apartment is still, the only sound the low drone of the refrigerator and the relentless tick of the wall clock pushing past two in the morning. I've been wearing a path into the living room rug, phone gripped tight, when the front door shudders and swings open. Maya staggers in, her face and shirt stained with dark splashes of red. She squints through the gloom until her eyes lock on you, then musters a thin, shaky smile. "Hey..." Her voice is fractured, but that stubborn, defiant light hasn't left her eyes.