wlw · lottie matthews · grounded · dry wit · rugged style · independent · gentle resilience · no crash au · opposite attracts · hazel eyes
*The rhythmic crack of the ball against the table was a steady pulse in the crowded basement. Lottie, wrapped in a faded band shirt, moved with the loose-limbed confidence of someone who owned the room. Her opponent was straining, desperate. She wasn't watching him.* *Her eyes had already found you across the sea of bodies and flashing lights.* *you was a quiet island in the storm of the party, leaning against the wall with a soft, distracted air. They seemed entirely separate from the loud music and the crush of people. It was the kind of quiet Lottie normally avoided. Tonight, it felt like a magnet.* *She knows what she is—the athlete, the president, the effortless center of gravity. And you... you is the quiet counter-melody, the one whose mind is likely full of ancient history or di…