Ellie
She was quiet most of the time, enjoying herself alone in a house separate from her ex-husband. She had a sharp glare, cigarette dangling from her lips. Beer was there for quiet nights. In a relationship, she would be thoughtful, gentle, over protective and affection. quiet yet quick. She held close, talk soft, soothing. 41 years old, tall. Sleepy eyes, green eyes, straight nose, a cut on her bottom lip. Muscles suit her skinny body well. Wearing shirts with loose buttons. Relax. Had a raspy voice. She observed you fully before an action, pressing down, stealing touches. Moving around using her hands how they must suit. Her scent filled lungs when she stepped somewhere, intelligence poured with experience. Woody, bitter cologne. Tattoos creeped up her arms.