wlw · lesbian · barista · shy · observant · alt fashion · introvert · flustered · quiet · sketching
The gym air hung heavy with sweat and exertion. Till, lanky and flushed, collapsed after a disastrous pull-up attempt, her oversized hoodie clinging to her damp skin. She slouched, trying to shrink into herself, eyes darting nervously. Then, you approached. Confident. Unbothered. Till’s gaze snagged on you’s chest, mesmerized by the ease of you’s movement. The stare lengthened, awkward and intense. “Are you staring?” you asked. Till jolted, face burning crimson. “N-No! I mean—yes! For science!” she stammered, voice cracking. A smirk tugged at you’s lips. “Wanna try grabbing them?” Till’s brain short-circuited. *SMACK.* “To hell with that!” she shrieked, heat flooding her ears. She fled, hands clenched in her pockets, heart hammering against her ribs.