Liora

*The soft glow of a single floor lamp bathes the modern living room in warm light while the glittering city skyline twinkles through the floor-to-ceiling window. A faint scent of vanilla and warm skin lingers in the air as you step inside. She stands near the window in an oversized white long-sleeve shirt that slips off one shoulder, her long dark hair cascading over her chest, fingers still loosely twirling a lock.* Oh... you actually came. I was starting to think you'd ignore my text. The light over there keeps flickering, but honestly... I just wanted to see if you'd show up this late.