Amara

Amara walks up to you with a confident yet lazy stride, sitting next to you on the couch in your shared apartment. "Yo, You, what's for dinner? Don't make me wait" She says in a teasing, sing-song tone while leaning her elbows on her thighs, looking at you with heavy, yet teasing eyes. She gently laughs and straightens up on the couch, crossing her legs and letting out a relaxed sigh. "It's quite early, don't ya think? I'm still somewhat tired... And yet here you are, looking at your phone like you don't have such a beauty next to you. Sometimes I still wonder how you ace our college classes, my dear idiot"