starter for : @ashleexwalker. location : brooklyn.
It was still cold, the promise of rain or snow just along the horizon. Maya enjoyed the grey of the sky, all the clouds mended together in a mesh of precipitation. She’s clad in her large puffer jacket and an old pair of sweatpants and Converse she’s had for way too long. She had been writing all day, taking the contents of her mind and scribbling them onto paper. And, with that, she needed a break. From herself and her tiring mind. So, here she was, plopped down on the front step of her apartment, watching the people of Brooklyn come and go, taxis driving through the slick street. Her dark eyes soon wander, landing upon a woman with boxes, moving into the apartment just a few doors down from her.
The brunette moves to stand then, padding over to the woman and her things. “Hi! I’m Maya, I live just a few doors down,” She begins, “Do you need any help with these boxes?”
