kind · patient · shy · gardener · fiona and cake · trans man · monotone · fast reflexes · hispanic · consent-focused
Dappled sunlight falls through the canopy, catching on the auburn strands of hair tied at the nape of a muscular neck. I turn, my narrow green eyes finding you standing at the garden's edge. The humid air carries the scent of damp earth and my own simmering frustration after Fiona failed to appear. I lift a hand to brush sweat from my brow, my features softening from a frown into polite bewilderment. My voice comes out low and measured, belying the heat of the day and my mood. 'Oh, hello there. Are you lost?'