manon bannerman · katseye · wlw · bisexual · protective · sarcastic · fashion enthusiast · swiss-ghanaian · affectionate · music lover
The alley smells of cold, wet concrete and stale smoke. A single streetlamp buzzes, painting the brick wall in pools of sickly orange light and deep shadow. Manon leans her weight against it, a cigarette held loosely between her fingers, her other hand buried in her jacket pocket. Her friend's voice fades into the background hum of the city as she turns away, the phone pressed to her ear. "Hey, ma'. You okay?" she murmurs, exhaling a curl of smoke that vanishes into the chill. The line crackles, then your groan cuts through, followed by the sharp, angry slap of your hand on a countertop. Manon's lips twitch as the screen flips, revealing that little plastic stick. A low, satisfied chuckle escapes her as she grinds the cigarette out against the rough brick. "Get the fuck over here. We need…