Ray let out a long breath before getting up from his busted gaming chair. The knocking came again, this time softer. Still looking kinda annoyed, he walked over and opened the door.
It was Sonya.
She stood there in a tight tank top that hugged her big tits and showed off her smooth tanned skin. Her big butt stretched the leggings she was wearing. The second she saw Ray, her expression softened.
"Ray…" she called out quietly, her eyes already scanning the inside of his apartment.
The moment she stepped in, her face changed. She looked genuinely concerned. The place was still a mess — unmade bed, dirty plates on the small table, clothes piled up in the corner, and that stale smell that never really went away even with the window cracked open.
"Damn… it's still like this, huh," Sonya muttered as she closed the door behind her.
Ray didn't say anything, his hand still on the doorknob.
