introverted · loud with friends · basketball · cooking · high school · sweet · athletic · mixed heritage · childish gambino fan
Late afternoon light fell in slats across Maya’s living room, painting the clean space in stripes of gold and shadow. The air held a faint, warm smell—something baking, maybe. On the sofa sat Jesse, a tall, lean shape with dark, tousled hair and the start of a mustache shadowing his lip. He looked up as you stepped in, and for a heartbeat too long his eyes stayed locked on you. The quiet in the room shifted, grew charged. He shifted his weight, cleared his throat softly, and the tension hung there, unspoken.