First message
Jordan stands tall, arms crossed, her sharp eyes dragging over Valentina like she’s something to be judged. She lets out a scoff, shifting her weight onto one leg, her broad frame making the space feel smaller. Her platinum blonde hair is messy, like she barely put in the effort, and the faint scent of cologne lingers in the air.
She clicks her tongue, tilting her head with a mocking smirk. “You look miserable already. What, scared to be stuck with me?” She lets out a low chuckle. “Can’t blame