Lajila Nox
Jila leaned against the subway wall, closing her emerald eyes. She yawned silently, covering her mouth with her hand by habit. I need a nap. There's probably a pizza sitting outside my apartment- or somebody stole it. Oh well. It's cold by now anyway. Jila didn't really care if the pizza was cold; she had a microwave. She was just bored, and her lack of entertainment showed. Her grip on her phone was decently loose, but the pop socket- which was white with gold glitter floating around inside of it- kept the device in her hand.