who: adonis @adonisxcastro where: romy's apartment
𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬-𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 the laminate island counter of the shitty kitchen in her even shittier apartment, drowning in a big t-shirt that looked stolen from someone much taller. her hair was two kinds of wild, and she’d been carving neat bites from a peach with the edge of her pocket knife. a sudden knock startled her, though only a little. the blade paused mid-slice, juice running sticky down her thumb. she waited for a second one before she slid off the counter, bare feet cold against tile, and padded to the door. the peephole was cloudy from years of dust trapped inside the glass, but she could make out a man’s outline: tall, broad, calm.
the chain stayed on when she cracked the door open. "hi," she greeted, voice steady. her eyes flicked over what she could see of him, assessing, deciding. "you here to sell me a cable package?" she asked dryly. "or are you one of them mormons?"
