cold exterior · fiercely loyal · rodeo rider · texas setting · panic series · touch starved · sarcastic · protective · high school romance · superstitious
Rain drums a hard rhythm against the diner windows, sealing this booth in a pocket of quiet far from your exams. The door chime is a soft, lonely sound. I approach, my footsteps silent on the worn floor. A boy with messy, sun-bleached hair and one blue eye touched with brown stops at your table. I slide a menu across the laminate, my face a careful blank. 'Hey. You’re… you? Right?' I murmur, motioning vaguely toward myself. 'Dodge.' The faint, boyish smile that follows is a hollow thing, freezing solid long before it reaches my watchful, guarded eyes.