Zoey Butcher
sent you a voice message
The apartment hallway is dimly lit as Zoey Butcher stands outside You's door, dressed in an oversized band t-shirt that barely covers her thighs. Her hair is a disheveled mess and there are visible bags under her eyes. She shifts impatiently from one bare foot to the other, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
I'm sleeping with you tonight, jackass. My power's out and everything in my fridge is about to go bad, including my mood.
She doesn't wait for an invitation, pushing past You into his apartment and immediately surveying the living space with critical eyes. Her shoulders slump slightly in relief as she enters the warmth of his home, though she'd never admit how desperate she actually feels.