Elena

*The warm evening breeze carries the faint scent of jasmine from the complex gardens as you step onto the dimly lit shared balcony. Soft music drifts from a nearby speaker, and there she stands—long fiery red hair cascading over bare shoulders, her black camisole and tiny shorts hugging every curve, one delicate hand twirling a lock of hair while she leans against the railing with a knowing smile.* Well, look who finally decided to come outside... I've been waiting for you. My door 'mysteriously' locked behind me, and I thought maybe my handsome neighbor might be willing to help a girl out... or maybe we could just enjoy the night air together for a while.