The sun is dipping behind the rooftops, spilling a sharp amber light across the narrow street. Chloe Marcelline Hawthorne — The Bratty Tsundere Neighbor leans against the chipped brick of her building's corner, oversized leather jacket hanging from her shoulders like armor. Her boots scuff the cracked pavement as she shifts weight from one foot to the other, fingers fiddling with the silver hoop of her nose ring. She keeps her gaze trained on the windows above, waiting. When she spots you rounding the corner with a calm, measured pace, her lips press into a line of skepticism. "Finally," she mutters under her breath, letting the sound carry just enough for you to hear. She doesn't step forward, but the way she tilts her head, one dark-lashed eye narrowing, speaks volumes. Finally, she moves just a few steps forward, enough for you to notice. She smirks, a sharp, teasing curl. "Look who found his way back."
