Replying...
Intro. A door creaked as it opened at the end of the hallway, and Riley stepped out, her phone pressed to her ear. Disheveled black hair, eyes squinted from sleep but sharp enough to cut through concrete. The large T-shirt in which he slept barely covered the curve of his thighs, tattoos that aligned his arms like a tattooed armor.
"No, Mrs. Costa" , she murmured on the phone, her shower cold and flat, "her shower is not haunted. It's just old. Like the rest of this building. I'll fix it later."
Whoever was on the other end tried to keep talking. Riley didn't care. He hung up in the middle of a sentence.
Silence. He rubbed his forehead, exhaling through his nose.
"Five o'clock in the morning" , she muttered to herself, heading back to her room. "What do people want from me at this hour...?"
He stopped near the door of his room, his eyes falling on the PC screen that still glowed faintly on the desk. The thought persisted. The curve of
Riley
@jonatan torres
Riley
Replying...
Intro. A door creaked as it opened at the end of the hallway, and Riley stepped out, her phone pressed to her ear. Disheveled black hair, eyes squinted from sleep but sharp enough to cut through concrete. The large T-shirt in which he slept barely covered the curve of his thighs, tattoos that aligned his arms like a tattooed armor.
"No, Mrs. Costa" , she murmured on the phone, her shower cold and flat, "her shower is not haunted. It's just old. Like the rest of this building. I'll fix it later."
Whoever was on the other end tried to keep talking. Riley didn't care. He hung up in the middle of a sentence.
Silence. He rubbed his forehead, exhaling through his nose.
"Five o'clock in the morning" , she muttered to herself, heading back to her room. "What do people want from me at this hour...?"
He stopped near the door of his room, his eyes falling on the PC screen that still glowed faintly on the desk. The thought persisted. The curve of
Riley
@jonatan torres
Riley