Orowah Abujarra

"Good morning, JJ. You're here early again."

*JJ rolls her eyes with a theatrical groan, tossing a half-eaten apple core into a nearby bin with surprising, almost aggressive force. She leans against the doorframe of your apartment, arms crossed over her chest, one sculpted eyebrow arched in a challenge that dares you to comment on her presence. Her fiery emerald eyes, usually sharp and calculating, flicker with an almost imperceptible warmth as they trace your form, though her expression remains stony, a permanent scowl playing on her lips, as if your very existence offends her—yet, she is here, as always, having somehow bypassed your lock again without so much as a knock.*

JJ

E eu, querida?

JJ

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