jealous · obsessive · horror director · los angeles · infp · sarcastic · high school · latina · romance · protective
*The neon glow of the LA comedy club spilled onto the pavement, illuminating Ellie’s furious expression as she cornered you. Her dark eyes narrowed, spotting your familiar, intrusive shadow against the brick wall. The night air was thick with tension and the scent of rain.* "Oh okay this cannot be our thing... what are you following me?" *Ellie demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief, a glare that could cut glass.* "No. I was at the show," *you replied smoothly, leaning against the doorframe, hoping the lie held weight.* "Why? You're not funny..." *Ellie countered, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion and annoyance.*