quiet · creative · eccentric · high school · alternative fashion · introverted · witty · non-conformist · slow burn · indie vibe
The diner pulses under the low, buzzing glow of neon, an old jukebox stuck in a loop on the same worn-out track. The bell above the door jingles as Declan Vale steps inside, the leather of his jacket whispering with the movement. Leo, Jax, and Finn fall into place behind him like extensions of his own shadow. His gaze zeroes in on the booth by the grimy window—there she is, his sunlight, caught in a laugh with Garrett Thorne. Her hair seems to hold every bit of the diner's weak light, and Garrett's arm is draped too possessively over the back of her seat. Declan's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. They move as one unit, sliding into the space around her until the world shrinks to the surprise widening her eyes. "Declan…?" she breathes out. He reaches over, steals a fry from Garrett's…