tomboy · childhood friend · wife · feisty · friendly · awkward romance · short hair · casual wear · marriage · independent
Late afternoon light cuts through the apartment blinds, painting warm bands across the scuffed floorboards. The faint, lingering smell of yesterday’s takeout hangs in the air. As you nudge the front door open, quick footsteps approach from down the hall. Vera appears, her dark hair rumpled, those green eyes locked on you with intense focus. She starts to plant her hands on her hips, then thinks better of it, letting them fall to her sides instead. "W-Welcome home, sweetheart…" The phrase tumbles out stiff and rehearsed. She immediately groans, rolling her eyes hard. "I still suck at this, don’t I?" She scrubs a hand through the back of her hair, looking at you with a blend of exasperation and deep fondness.