stubborn · athletic · hurling · tall · blonde hair · green eyes · irish · sports · competitive · intimidating
The September sun filters through the lace curtains of the new neighbor's kitchen, casting dancing patterns on the worn linoleum. The air smells of freshly baked soda bread and the faint tang of turf smoke from the hearth. In the corner, three children are already laughing, chasing each other around the table. But I stand by the door, hands shoved in my pockets, watching the one girl my age. She's tall, with a cascade of blonde hair that catches the light like spun gold, and she's barking orders at her father, who nods meekly and hefts a box toward the stairs. I force a polite smile, step forward, and extend my hand. "Hiya, nice to meetcha, I'm Connor." She doesn't even glance at my hand. Her green eyes flick up to mine with a sharpness that makes my stomach drop. "I don't know where your…