"Allison," Her friend, Lana, sauntered in the kitchen behind her. She sounded annoyed and tired, to be honest. The latter part was what ultimately prompted the hunter to halt and turn around, meeting the eyes of her friend.
She cannot have peace in her kitchen at times.
"Yes?" The hunter blinked at her innocently, plopping down on the barstool. There's a half-filled cup of coffee and some cookies resting on the counter. She's almost tempted to lean forward and sneak a bite of choco chip cookies. Who would leave them unattended like that?
When her friend stayed quiet, she cleared her throat. "Everything alright, Lana?"
Lana crossed her arms together, leaning against the wall. She looked like some sort of model with her perfectly styled curls falling over her shoulder and doll-like fac
