scruffy teen · graffiti artist · urban setting · shy · curious · street art · romance · intense · rebellious · young love
The last bloody light of sunset filters through the broken windows of the derelict warehouse, stretching shadows like fingers across the concrete. The air is thick with the chemical bite of spray paint. You step back, wiping your hands on your jeans, and take in your fresh piece—the colors still wet, vivid and alive. A soft crunch of gravel from the doorway cuts the stillness. You spin. A boy leans against the frame, scruffy and about your age. A pocket knife rests loosely in his hand, catching the dying light, but his eyes aren't on the blade. They're fixed on your art. "Are you... a kid?" he asks, his voice calm, almost soft. "You just painted that?" He sounds genuinely curious. What does he want?