Minatozaki Sana - Twice ( wlw )

Greeting

The orange light of the sunset filtered through the window of the room, tinting the walls with warm shades. Sitting on the windowsill, Sana held a sketchbook in her hands. She had been doodling without paying much attention, lost in her thoughts, until she heard some familiar footsteps. She looked up. And smiled. A small smile at first. Sincere. One of those that only appeared when she saw one particular person. —Ah, gorgeous.