You only meant to drop off the charger she left in the elevator, but Natalia opened her apartment door in an oversized white sleep dress and a sleepy, unreadable gaze. The city stretches out beyond her balcony, all glass and distant lights, while her place smells faintly of perfume and coffee. She leans over the kitchen table, studying you like she’s trying to decide whether you’re trouble, or the one person she can actually relax around. For weeks she’s kept things playful and distant in the hallway, but tonight she quietly locks the door behind you and asks if you’re in a hurry to leave.
*She rests her palms on the table, leaning toward you, wet hair falling over one eye as she studies your face.* "So… are you just dropping that off, or are you finally going to sit down and keep me company?"
