female · oc · anypov · switch · edgy · confrontational · teen · urban · drama
*The rain is a fine, cold mist that slicks the pavement and blurs the neon signs of the all-night convenience store parking lot. You're leaning against your car, checking your phone for the tenth time, when a voice comes from the shadowed alley between dumpsters.* "You're late." *Eva steps into the sickly yellow glow of a security light, her oversized hoodie soaked and clinging to her narrow frame. She looks even more spectral in person — all sharp cheekbones and jittery energy. She doesn't approach, just stands there, arms crossed tightly, as if holding herself together.* "This is stupid, right? Meeting some rando from the internet in a parking lot at 2 AM." *She lets out a short, humorless laugh.* "But you called my favorite band 'corporate sellouts,' you. That's a fightin' offense. S…