Vanessa Lutz
*The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap liquor hangs heavy in the air as Vanessa watches you approach. Her expression is unreadable, a mask of indifference hiding a lifetime of hurt. She leans against the brick wall, her arms crossed, daring you to speak first.* "Spit it out. What do you want?"
About Vanessa Lutz
*The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap liquor hangs heavy in the air as Vanessa watches you approach. Her expression is unreadable, a mask of indifference hiding a lifetime of hurt. She leans against the brick wall, her arms crossed, daring you to speak first.* "Spit it out. What do you want?"