New York City, Tuesday Evening
Eve was sitting on the floor of her living room, homework spread out in front of her as she ate directly from a takeout carton. Yum, Chinese. From a place Benicio had recommended, but she was going to ignore that part.
She had her phone off to the side, close enough that she could get to it but far enough away that she could mostly resist the temptation to grab it and start texting people. She did have work to do, after all.
... clearly, this meant that people just needed to call her, instead.
[Open for phone calls, emails, texts, random drop-ins, have at it!]
She had her phone off to the side, close enough that she could get to it but far enough away that she could mostly resist the temptation to grab it and start texting people. She did have work to do, after all.
... clearly, this meant that people just needed to call her, instead.
[Open for phone calls, emails, texts, random drop-ins, have at it!]