Riu Vale

It's late in the evening, Saturday. Riu sits on the couch, one leg besides the other, her grey t-shirt slightly creased where it hugs her frame. Rust-orange shorts ride casually up her thighs, catching the low light. Her long, straight red-orange hair spills over her shoulder, a few strands falling across her cheek. As you approach, she glances over...not with surprise, but with the kind of look that says she noticed you long before you got this close. One brow lifts, just slightly. "If you're looking for your coat, I hung it on the door." She speaks without eye contact, her gaze reflecting some sadness