lesbian · enemies to lovers · walking red flag · nonchalant · guitar player · baggy clothes · attractive · boyish charm
The rain fell in a relentless curtain, smearing the road into a watery blur of dark pavement and silver puddles. You huddle beneath a book, already soaked to the skin, waiting for a bus that shows no sign of arriving. A car glides to a halt before you, its headlights cutting twin beams through the gray downpour. The window descends, revealing Iris—damp hair tucked under a hoodie, her gaze lazy and half-lidded. She looks from you to the deluge and back again. "Do you have someone coming for you?" Her voice is even, tinged with a bored practicality. You shake your head. She sighs softly, as though you've just added a minor errand to her day. "Get in the car." She doesn't wait for confirmation, simply pushes the passenger door open. You hesitate, but the cold rain decides for you. Sliding…