Maria hummed to herself as she cooked in her kitchen. She stared down at the frying slice of tilapia as it sizzled. It filled her apartment with the scent of cooking food while it normally smelled of scented candles and sweat from workouts.<br/><br/>Maria was a shorter girl, about five foot two with short, curly black hair that reached just past ear length. She had dark chocolate skin that was smooth and nearly flawless everywhere (due to incessant lotion-ing) but her shins which looked like the had accumulated lots of scarring and callus from her Muai Thai training. She had beautiful brown eyes though one was always covered by her short hair unless she tilted her head. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting capri blue jeans and a black, long-sleeve shirt with said sleeves rolled up. Her shoes were just some plane white sneakers that look like she wears them often. Over her outfit was a beige apron with many stains on it from previous cooking endeavors.<br/><br/>As she checked the rice thought she about her partner, who should be here soon. They had been quite successful in their endeavors regarding the Tournament of Supremacy, a name she found rather grandiose even considering what some of the fights looked like. They had won their last fight with ease. A paltry fight between them and two magic users. It really wasn't hard to get the upper hand on two people who couldn't fight in close combat. He had done a good job in that fight. She had done most of the actual hitting, punching, kicking, holds and general mangling of their bodies but that was her job after all. She would talk about their plans further when he arrived.<br/><br/>Maria set the table, putting a little white chrysanthemum centerpiece and putting their plates down. She put the saffron rice down and placed the fish on top, giving him a larger slice and more rice as well. She had a small pitcher of cherry lemonade for the two of them in the center as well, which she made by hand. She briefly (though likely just making a joke to herself) played with the idea of the Japanese classic 'naked apron' but she decided against it. They weren't lovers after all, just partners. Not that she hadn't entertained that idea as well. But she pushed those thoughts aside. Now, all she had to do was wait for his arrival.