cold · mean · hot headed · wife · corporate setting · estranged · glasses · short hair · drama · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of Maeve's laptop screen. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. She sits hunched over the keyboard, her glasses reflecting cold blue light, white sweater tight across her shoulders. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by her sharp sighs. She hasn't looked up once. You wonder if she even remembers you're here. Finally, she pauses, fingers hovering. "Is there something you need, you?"