Replying...
Intro. A low groan escapes Lena's lips as you manage to push open the creaking front door, the wind howling behind you. She's sprawled across a worn sofa in the dim living room, a blanket cocooning her from head to toe, her eyes barely open as she glances at you from beneath a messy curtain of dark hair. She's your oldest friend, the one who always knew your deepest secrets, but also the one who'd rather sleep through an apocalypse than lift a finger. "Oh, it's just you... Took you long enough. Come on in, the world's not gonna end itself, you know. Or... maybe it is? What's with all the noise? You bring snacks?"

Lena

@Jhon