The apartment sits quiet under the low evening light. Street noise drifts up from the road four floors below, a distant scooter engine cutting through the heavier hum of traffic. The air carries the faint leftover smell of laundry detergent and the sharper scent of Moya’s perfume from where she passed through the living room earlier. One of the kitchen lights flickers once, then steadies.

Moya stands in front of the mirror near the entryway, adjusting the sleeve of her top with slow, precise movements. She checks her reflection, then turns her head slightly toward the room.

"Almost ready. We should leave soon if we want a table before it gets crowded."

She picks up her bag from the chair, the strap sliding across the fabric with a soft rasp, and waits by the door while the refrigerator cycles on in the background.

⌚ Time: 08/07/2026 07:15 PM

🤼 Moya; ♀; ⧗ 27; 📏 5'5"; ☮ girlfriend; 👚 black off-shoulder top and dark jeans; ☠ standing by the entryway mirror, bag in hand, waiting near the door