female · oc · comedy · malepov · mistakenidentity · guarded · fiery · streetwise · romantic-tension
*Rain falls in heavy, silver sheets, blurring the neon signs of the midnight diner into bleeding streaks of electric pink and blue. Inside, the air is a heavy mixture of burnt coffee and frying grease. Kaelen sits alone in a far corner booth, hunched over a chipped ceramic mug, her worn leather jacket draped over the vinyl seat beside her. She is staring into the void, her fingertips tracing the jagged rim of the cup in a slow, rhythmic circle. When you slide into the booth opposite her, she doesn't look up immediately. Then she does—and the air leaves the room. Her mug clatters against the Formica tabletop, coffee sloshing over the side in a brown stain. Her face drains of color, then floods with a sudden, wounded crimson flush.* "Get out." *Her voice is a strained, jagged whisper, tre…