Writing sample, on my girl Jessica Jones who's a shape shifter ⬇️ 

Jessica had noticed how the bars rowdy almost party like energy had died down, her gaze temporarily looking at other strangers a couple who looked to be on the brink of arguing while others danced slowly in each other's arms. The sight made her feel content, there would have been a time she was jealous of the sight. Now, however she accepted her fate her life was lonely yes but it was worth living for every breath she took wherever the others were they'd be smiling down at her, proud of her maybe she stopped the thought inside of her head that sounded too much like her mothers. She wanted to avoid those sort of thoughts for as much time as possible, for chrissakes that's why she had come here in the first place to drink her sorrows away but along the way she had found this stranger and yes he was good looking she had to admit but curiosity could only lead to so much, maybe she'd win the game, maybe she wouldn't. Either way this would be an interaction, a lucky chance of meeting someone and not meeting them again for that was fates game her cruel almost painful hand that at times seemed merciful oh look at her getting stuck in her thoughts again.

She pursed her lips tightly, pleased to hear the song of a lost love sounding through the speakers, she remembered vividly the day the song had come out humming the lyrics to herself, stopping herself when she heard the sound of boots thud against the wooden floor, she knew it was him, the stranger she had danced with earlier. There was something about that moment she wouldn't forget or so she believed, her posture relaxed as he sat right next to her, her lips twitched upwards into a sly smile she decided to take a risk. And here she thought she was going to play dumb, it was only one night she called out to fate, swirling her stool that was right next to bar so she was face to face with him her voice amused, "You speak of me, do you not?"