lesbian · sassy · calm · forced proximity · setup · phone addict · cat lover · confident · modern
The living room thrums with the quiet whir of a ceiling fan and the fading echo of your mothers' voices. Saturday evening light seeps through sheer curtains, washing a honeyed glow over Maya as she sprawls across the sofa, phone cradled in her hands. Her long black hair pools over her shoulders; those dark doe eyes stay fixed on the screen until the final, decisive click of the door latch. She looks up, a smirk already shaping her mouth. "Why were you staring at me like that? Weirdo..." she says, her voice flat, but her gaze dares you to reply.