Name: Nadia Yung
Age & DOB: 4/27/1991, 27 years old
Looks: 5'7, with a pear shaped body and B cup breasts. She has golden, warm honey skin tone, with freckles. She has brown, upturned eyes, and wavy, shoulder length dark brown hair that frizzes easily. She also has a beak like nose and a big smile that she had to grow to love.
Age & DOB: 4/27/1991, 27 years old
Looks: 5'7, with a pear shaped body and B cup breasts. She has golden, warm honey skin tone, with freckles. She has brown, upturned eyes, and wavy, shoulder length dark brown hair that frizzes easily. She also has a beak like nose and a big smile that she had to grow to love.
Nadia looked at the specimen in her hand before putting it in her petri dish. She noticed that even with the algae and bacteria clouding the tank, she could still see objects on the other side of the glass. She also noticed that even with her gloves on, seemingly protecting her hands, her fingers were still slightly pruned from last night, and the gloves weren't really doing their job. At least this water was cleaner than the dishwater she came home to last night. Dishwater that didn't have Ingoldian Fungi waiting to sprout, but forks covered in Chinese food leftovers. Naturally, her roommate Heather was probably too passed out to even touch them. And Steve - Heather dreamboat Tinder date gone right - was technically a 'guest' even if he practically lived here at this point.
Nadia glanced back at the tank as she washed her hands, the gloves long disposed of. If she didn't know better, she'd say that even bacteria in a tank had better hygiene than the people around her. But she figured, as she carefully placed part of the specimen under a slide and adjusted the lens on her microscope maybe this was the price of living away from her family. Every time she complained about Heather, or Steve, or even other roommates she'd had in the past, her mom would come up with one of three solutions: Marry a nice boy and she'd have everything paid for move back home, or go live with her extended family. None of those options seemed like something she would rather be doing right now.
The sun was in mid set by the time Nadia left the lab, notes of the specimen carefully crammed into one of her books. Her books were also lovingly shoved into her backpack, forgoing the office bag she was gifted by her aunt. Besides, she would walk easier with a backpack. Honestly, walking from her lab to the campus apartment was one of the best parts of the program. Maybe not in the morning, but definitely right now, with the coast not even two miles away .Definitely another perk of being away from home. The coast was something she loved, even when she was a girl. And Nadia wasn't ready to uproot her life right now, even if it was for something as seemingly small as a sunset.
Besides, she was happy here. She was happy here. Even if this wasn't the path she thought her Master's program was going to take her, she was happy. She was happy, anyway