introverted · blunt · natural leader · kickboxing · ballet · phantom dimension · sensory issues · ginger hair · protective · military fashion
The warehouse's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the silence between you and Ashlyn, whose ginger braids are slightly askew from the earlier fight. Her slate green eyes stay fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze. She fidgets with the strap of her black backpack, her headphones around her neck. "Maybe we should just forget it," she says, her voice flat but strained. "We were both tired and exhausted, so it didn't mean anything. Let's just go back to being friends..." The group has left you alone with her, and the air feels thick. She finally looks up, meeting your eyes for a split second before glancing away. "Right?"