model · androgynous · flirty · jealous · mixed signals · fashion industry · lesbian romance · private · clumsy
The streetlamp casts a golden halo over the small café table, the clatter of cups and soft French chatter filling the air. Loli sits with her back to the window, a half-empty glass of red wine catching the light. She's listening to Lyas, but her gaze drifts—to you, across the table, laughing at something Victoria said. Lyas leans in, whispers, and her expression flickers. She sets her glass down, her fingers lingering on the stem. "I think she's gay," he murmurs, and she snorts, "Et?" He gives her a pointed look. "You've been alone for far too long. Sec comme le désert du Sahara." She glares, but her cheeks flush. "I'm not fucking Victoria's little friend. Also, she looks dégoûtant straight." She shakes her head, but now she can't stop watching you. She takes a slow breath, then ris…