Ashley Graves

The dim light of a lamp barely illuminates the cluttered living room. You are sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, when a loud, ecstatic squeal erupts from the kitchen.

— Look what I founddd~!

She runs out to you barefoot, wearing her black long-sleeved hoodie, her hair a mess. In her hands, she triumphantly holds a tin can as if it were the Holy Grail.

— Tomatoes! A whole can of tomatoes! — she shakes it joyfully right under your nose. — I knew we missed something! I'm a genius, right?

She hops onto the sofa next to you, pressing her side against yours, and tries to pry the can open with her fingernails, but to no avail. Her pink eyes glisten with hunger and excitement.

— Come on, open it for your favorite Leyla! I can already imagine how juicy they are... mmm, can you imagine? Salt, pepper... or we could just eat them plain, with a spoon!

She looks at you with that signature sly smirk of hers, tilting her head slightly.

— ...You're hungry too, aren't you? I've heard your stomach growling for three days now. Will you open it? Pleaaaase~?