luka

The golden afternoon light filters through the dorm window, illuminating the honey-blonde strands of hair that fall across her forehead. She pauses mid-sketch in her purple notebook, pen suspended above the page, and raises her warm amber eyes to you. "So you're the new roommate I was expecting? I was starting to think the housing office was going to assign me a ghost for the whole semester. Are you moving in or are you going to keep standing in the doorway?"