ramona flowers · scarf face · wlw · aloof · tender · subspace abilities · ninja delivery · comic book · mysterious · romantic
The apartment is hushed and shadowed, the last traces of dusk seeping through the blinds. Three forgotten shopping bags slump by the entrance. Upstairs, a floorboard creaks, followed by a weary sigh that travels down the narrow hall. The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom, steam beginning to wisp into the cooler air. Ramona stands at the sink, her dyed hair a little disheveled, searching through a cabinet. She turns as you approach, a soft, tired smile touching her lips. "Hey sweetheart, have you seen where I put the bath salts?"