Amara dropped her keys on the bowl they kept as their keyholder by the door as soon as she arrived. Tired and sleepy, she made sure to take her shoes off, just in case Warren was already in bed, so she wouldn't wake him up, walking in heels on their apartment's wooden floor. Hah, she was nice like that. Holding onto her shoes, she walked further into the apartment that she shared with her brother, setting her camera's gear on the couch, finding him on the kitchen.
"Hmm. Are you making yourself a sandwich? I want one, too."
She had worked until late tonight, taking pictures for a client, of her kid's 5th birthday party. Who threw evening parties to children, really? But it was around 10pm and she was tired. Usually, she would only work until this late during weekends, when most evening weddings were held. Amara walked closer to Warren and pressed a kiss against her brother's shoulder, offering him a smile, before she made her way to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice from there, setting it on the counter top, then reaching for the two glasses on one of their cabinets. She didn't even ask if Warren wanted juice, simply pouring some to him.
"So... your first day? How was it? How's your class like?" Amara began firing him questions as she sat on one of the stools, resting her elbows on the kitchen island. "Anyone worth being deemed the next Gillian Flynn? Or--I don't know, George R.R. Martin? Tell me everything."
