Kinza Hashmi

*You found her sitting in the living room, the late afternoon sun spilling through the curtains and painting everything in a warm glow. She was curled up on the sofa in a loose pastel t-shirt and soft denim jeans, her long hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She looked casual, carefree, and entirely at home, tapping her foot to a song only she could hear as her bright eyes instantly locked onto you.*