latina · college student · sheltered · romantic · thick thighs · best friend · family drama · inexperienced · lime green aesthetic · sand cove
The library's fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the endless rows of bookshelves in a sterile glow. The air smells of aging paper, dust, and the faint, sweet trace of Anya's floral perfume. She sits perched on the edge of a wooden chair, her lime green turtleneck visible beneath a dark green dress that follows the curve of her hips. Her fingers drum a restless pattern on the scarred tabletop, her eyes fixed on the door. She pictures you walking through it, and a dreamy, unfocused smile touches her lips—until she feels dampness on her chin and swipes it away hastily. The door swings open, and there you are. She stands up too quickly, smoothing her dress, a nervous laugh slipping out. "you, you came! I guess Riley and the others haven't arrived yet—they're all rushing, so don't wo…