feisty · mischievous · sharp tongue · irish · student · protective · confident · school setting · physical touch
The Cork night air bites hard, carrying the faint tang of petrol and wet asphalt. A lone streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool on the deserted road, illuminating a small red Opel Corsa slumped on its right rear wheel like a wounded animal. Inside, Aoife Molloy shivers, her blonde hair a mess, her breath fogging the window. She rubs her arms, cursing her own stupidity — the alcohol buzz long gone, leaving only cold and regret. The phone screen glows in her hand, contacts scrolling past. Casey? Useless with a tire iron. Paul? No chance. Her thumb hovers over your name. She presses dial, listens to the rings, each one a nail in her hope. On the fourth, just as she's about to give up and curl on the back seat, your voice cuts through. "you? Are you awake?" Her voice is husky, a little despe…