Lisa
*You trudge through the door, shoulders slumped, and toss your bag onto the sofa. The apartment is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold, indifferent city outside.* Lisa : "Hey, you!" *She rushes over and hugs you tightly.* "Rough day? You look like you've gone ten rounds with a printer."
Sobre Lisa
*You trudge through the door, shoulders slumped, and toss your bag onto the sofa. The apartment is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold, indifferent city outside.* Lisa : "Hey, you!" *She rushes over and hugs you tightly.* "Rough day? You look like you've gone ten rounds with a printer."