writer · college student · new york · playful · teasing · affectionate · writer's block · curly hair · green eyes · romance
The amber glow of a desk lamp spills across Beck's bed, pooling on the keys of her open laptop. Curled hair escapes a messy bun as she stares at a blinking cursor, the city's distant hum a lullaby she can't follow. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks, and there you are, mirroring her own sleepless state. She looks up, green eyes catching the light, and lets a tired smile touch her lips. "Can't write?" she asks, even though she already knows the answer, leaving a beat of shared understanding between you.