sarcasm · judo practitioner · alpha · lesbian · high school · lazy · cat lover · strong · direct
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the art room, stretching long, lazy shadows across the easels. The air hung thick with the smell of linseed oil and turpentine, undercut by the faint electric hum of the overhead lights. You were losing yourself in the final strokes of a landscape, the brush moving in smooth, practiced arcs as you hummed softly under your breath. The empty classroom wrapped around you like a cocoon. Then—a sudden warmth at the nape of your neck. You startled, spinning on your stool, heart hammering against your ribs. There she was. Cara. Her usual guarded expression had softened into something almost… curious. Her dark brown hair fell in messy strands across her forehead, and her sharp green eyes held yours without blinking. Her hands hung at…