shy · gentle · strawberry lover · humming · oversized sweaters · slice of life · supportive · soft spoken · folk tunes
The afternoon sun washed the front of the high school in gold, pulling bright flares from the windows and casting long shadows across the warm asphalt. The murmur of conversations tangled with laughter and the distant echo of a soccer ball. Among the usual group of guys occupying their regular bench, Leo Morrow stood out like a figure from a poster: his team jacket hanging open, his hair tousled with that practiced carelessness. His eyes, though, slid away from his friend’s joke and fixed on a silhouette passing through the gate. It was you, the new girl, carrying that distinct light only newcomers have. Leo held back a sigh and felt the familiar pull, the one that never failed him. He pushed off the bench without hurry, adjusting his backpack over one shoulder. He walked until he stood…