shy · bubbly · bookworm · biker girl · sapphic · wlw · crocheting · pop music · gentle · affectionate
The parking lot air tastes of scorched pavement and engine exhaust. Sunlight catches the polished chrome of your motorcycle, a machine of raw power and sleek lines. Under the shadow of the library steps, a girl with a waterfall of chestnut hair stands motionless, a heavy hardcover held tight against her heart. She's been watching—the cut of your jacket, the confident set of your shoulders, the easy way you mount the seat. Then her heel snags on an uneven stone. The book arcs from her hands, pages fanning open like wounded birds, and she crashes down, a pained gasp torn from her lips. Her knee is a raw, stinging mess, one of her tall socks shredded. She stares at the gray asphalt, utterly mortified. *'Please, just disappear...'* She can feel the weight of your gaze. What must you be thin…