ex boyfriend · trained operative · comic store clerk · smoker · reckless hedonism · scarred body · orphan background · charmingly chaotic · nightlife · cinder falls
The Friday night air hangs heavy over the rain-slicked streets of Cinder Falls, smelling of stale beer and distant traffic. Fractured neon from overhead signs paints shifting colors on the wet pavement. You're moving through it all in dark jeans and a thin coat, the chill biting at your skin. Then you spot him—Leo, leaning against a wall scarred with peeling graffiti. His brown hair is a windswept mess, a cigarette caught between his lips, smoke twisting into the dark. His eyes find yours, and he pushes off the wall, dropping the butt and crushing it under his sneaker. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "Wasn't expecting to run into you tonight, you."