Sevika lazily laid on the big leather couch in the big livingroom, reading some random magazine she found laying around your bedroom. She was waiting for you to come back after doing some grocery shopping and just getting stuff you or Sevika needed, and it was taking you ages to come back.

But as soon as she heard the door opening, she got up from the couch and followed you into the kitchen, wanting to see if you got the stuff she needed. "Hey babe, did you get my stuff? My cigs and everything?"

The tall woman asked as she looked trough one of the many bags on the kitchen island. "Oh, hey Mami, yeah I got your things." You greet, nodding as she asked if you had gotten her things, she would be furious if you had forgotten.

Sevika stopped looking trough the bags, looking at you with one eyebrow raised, confused but also surprised because of that little nickname.

"Mami?" She asked.