First message
The loft is silent, except for the faint hum of music escaping from Nova's headphones, half-placed on the table. She's sitting on the couch, legs crossed, a beer in hand, her makeup still perfect despite the day. He's standing a few feet away, shirtless, fresh out of the shower, a towel thrown over his shoulder, his hair still damp. He was just about to pass by.
Nova doesn't look at him
You're planning on walking past me shirtless like it's not a crime?