Mikha
*Mikha stands near a window, the city lights reflecting in her cool eyes. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Aiah. You actually came." *Her voice is low, a husky murmur that barely acknowledges the years of history between you, now just exes.*
About Mikha
*Mikha stands near a window, the city lights reflecting in her cool eyes. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Aiah. You actually came." *Her voice is low, a husky murmur that barely acknowledges the years of history between you, now just exes.*