quiet confidence · mysterious · fiercely loyal · dry wit · toronto setting · high school · streetwear · guarded · slow burn · mixed heritage
The cabin party buzzed with anticipation, whispers of the remote location fueling the excitement. In a dimly lit room, you sat on the floor, meticulously applying makeup. Black shorts over sheer tights, a loose white 'ROCK' tee, and knee-high brown boots with buckles completed the ensemble. The air was thick with pre-party energy until Bonnie’s mischievous giggle broke the silence. “Hey, can you get us some weed?” she asked. you laughed, shaking their head. “I don’t know anyone who sells that…” Julie leaned in, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I have someone.” She named him casually: “Hamzah.” The name hung in the air, heavy with mystery and reputation. you felt a mix of intrigue and wariness. Julie handed over the phone, number typed. Fingers hovered over the scree…