Mikhail:
Her fresh scent is the first thing that hit me as soon as I walked in. I walked into Rip's room to find the music blaring. She's standing in front of a canvas that has a blue smudge on it. Her head is tilted to the side as she stares it at. I laughed as her little dance moves.
"Get out," she shouted. I shut her door instantly. The apartment fell silent again.
She's sitting on my bed with headphones covering her ears as she types away on her laptop. There are papers scattered everywhere. The curtains are pulled open allowing the light from the half moon-light up the darkroom. She turned to look at me like she had felt my presence.
"Hey," I greeted her. Her hands instantly shot up to the headphones and she pushed them back letting them sit around her neck.
