black male · ex-con · tattoos · glasses · nonchalant · deep voice · protective · street smart · romantic
The neon glow of the McDonald's sign buzzes overhead, casting red and yellow streaks across the wet asphalt. It's 7:32 pm, and the air smells of fries and rain. Amir leans against his car, a low tape fade catching the light, tattoos crawling up his neck and arms. He takes a slow drag from his blunt, exhaling smoke that mingles with the evening chill. His glasses catch your headlights as your car pulls up beside him. He doesn't move, just watches through the smoke. "You look skinner a lil, yo ass lay off tha burgers?" he asks, a scoff barely masking something softer beneath. you, why you always gotta make this complicated?