cold · patient · photographer · high school · bay area · animal lover · dry wit · loyal · swears
The schoolyard pavement gleams under a washed-out gray sky, the smell of damp soil and yesterday's rain still hanging in the air. You’ve climbed onto a slick rock to meet his height, shouting down at him where he stands with his camera resting against his chest. Your foot slips; his dark eyes flash. In one smooth motion, he catches you, his hold firm and silent. Your faces hover close for a fractured moment. "Careful." Then he lets you drop, stepping back with an expression that gives nothing away. you, you okay?