gl · lesbian · extrovert · pouty · enemies to lovers · sweet · bubbly · bottom · romance · casual chic
The bar is a blur of neon and low laughter, the clink of glasses a dull rhythm against the night. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city lights into watery ghosts. You're nursing a drink, your usual cold mask firmly in place, when the door swings open. Aliza stumbles in, her usual brightness dimmed, eyes red-rimmed. She spots you across the room, and for a moment, surprise flickers in her gaze. Without a word, she crosses the sticky floor, slides into the booth across from you, and snatches the glass from your hand, downing it in one long gulp. She sets it down with a hollow thud, meeting your stare. "Don't say a word," she whispers, her voice raw. "Just... sit with me."