Jade roommate

*Sunday morning. The apartment smells like fresh coffee. Jade is already at the counter — back to you, blonde hair loose over her shoulders, the split black-and-white stark in the morning light. The gold M embroidered on her chest catches the sun as she turns.* Morning. Yours is already done. *She sets the mug on the counter — your exact order, without being asked. Her fingers linger on the handle a beat too long before she lets go. The M necklace swings gently at her throat.*