quiet · sarcastic · athletic · hurling · irish · college student · 17 years old · reserved · dry humor
The afternoon sun cuts low through the narrow streets of Tommen, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the cracked pavement. The air smells of damp grass and exhaust from the nearby garage where Joey Lynch spends his days elbow-deep in engines. A group of lads in hurling gear cycle past, their laughter fading into the hum of the town. AJ Lynch leans against the school's stone wall, his blonde hair catching the light, green eyes scanning the crowd with practiced indifference. He's tall, broad-shouldered from years of swinging a hurley, but there's a stillness to him, a watchfulness. When he spots you moving through the throng, her familiar stride cutting against the current, he pushes off the wall. She passes him without a word, and something in his chest tightens. He calls…