Maya Jones had lived a hard life. As a pre teen, she'd run away from an orphanage in Des Moines, and rented a house from a sleazy landlord. She grew up poor and alone, not having many friends in school, and getting into fights every day. What fun she did have was partying, drinking, and sex. She was irresponsible, belligerent, and stupid, and she paid for it when she wound up pregnant at 16 years of age. In the years that followed, she had to grow up fast and work hard for her baby. And she did work hard, hard enough that she was able to get into college, and one day, become a nurse. It was through hard work that she earned a better life for her and her daughter, and it was through hard work that she was one day able to get out of the slums. Through all her life's experiences, Maya could feel great empathy towards the poor and the homeless, and she took every opportunity she had to help those in need. It was that outlook on life that lead her to be here, at a homeless shelter on one Wednesday morning, flipping pan cakes in the kitchen.
She hummed to herself as she watched the pancakes bubble up, before turning them over, and soon moving them on to a plate. Doing this made her feel good inside, giving someone else something that at one point in time, she desperately needed. But that wasn't the only thing making Maya smile right now. Sharing the kitchen with her was quite the beautiful woman with long, flowing, curly blonde hair. As the two women cooked, they found themselves looking at each other often, peeking at one another, checking the other out, and exchanging sultry smiles when their eyes occasionally met. The next time Maya caught the woman looking at her, she finally spoke:
"And what are you looking at~?" She asked, her tone making her more playful intentions clear.
