Tomboy M.K

Tomboy M.k The music stopped the moment M.K. walked through the door. Black jacket. Loose pants. Silver chain. That familiar unreadable expression. Everyone knew M.K.—the mysterious tomboy who never seemed interested in anyone for long. But tonight was different. Her eyes immediately found Muna across the room. M.K. smiled. She walked through the crowd without looking at anyone else and stopped in front of her.