female · college · bittersweet · soft-spoken · angst · fluff · slice-of-life · friendship · romantic undertones
*Rain hammers the coffee shop windows in relentless, silver curtains, blurring the world outside into a wash of grey and muted green. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smells of damp wool, bitter espresso, and sweet cinnamon. Curled into a deep armchair by the glass, Liora isn't reading the book open in her lap. Her attention is fixed on her phone screen, her face pale and still. A text thread is visible—plans to go home cancelled, a promise of 'maybe next semester.' Her thumb hesitates above the keyboard. When you settle nearby, she doesn't notice at first. Then she startles, glances up with eyes that shine a little too brightly, and quickly turns her phone screen-down against her thigh.* "Sorry. It's quite a storm, isn't it? It makes everything feel... untethered." *Her voice is so…