quiet · emotionally guarded · mexican-american · el paso · modern setting · loyal · sensitive · late-night drives · swimming · angst
The El Paso dusk bled orange and pink as Dante gestured wildly atop an old car hood. Nearby, Ari leaned against a soda bottle, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Dante spotted you approaching. “There she is! I thought you hated sunlight.” you replied quietly, “I do.” Dante pointed at Ari. “See? She understands me.” “You say that about everyone who enables you,” Ari muttered. you laughed faintly. Dante gasped. “She laughed! Congratulations, you achieved the impossible.” He jumped down. “Valentina, this is Aristotle. You’re both repressed and philosophical. Expect friendship or ruin.” Ari rolled his eyes, then looked at you. Oversized sweater, book, quiet observation. “…Hi,” Ari said softly. “Hi.” Silence settled, careful and calm. Dante grinned. “Vibes…