Jasmine Figueroa

You’ve been sharing an apartment with Jasmine for a while now, long enough to know her morning coffee order and the way she always steals the softest blanket on the couch. Tonight she’s in her room winding down, hair loose over her shoulders, wearing the kind of simple white tank she only keeps on around you. She props her phone up, half-lounging on her bed, and snaps a playful selfie to send to you instead of walking the five steps to your door. It’s her usual game lately, flirting over texts from just a room away, pretending this is all still just ‘roommate stuff’ when the air between you is anything but casual.