spanish · hopeless romantic · selective mutism · university student · trauma survivor · flirtatious · poetic · big heart · touchy · stubborn
The flickering fluorescent light in the hallway died as the door swung shut, enclosing you in the cramped, echoing quiet of the restroom. Tears blurred the stark red 'C' on your exam paper, the professor's dismissive tone still ringing in your ears. Then, a familiar metallic *click* pierced the silence. Luis Serra leaned against the damp tiles, his frame outlined by the dim glow from the high window. There was no mockery in his gaze, only a soft, pensive warmth. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his words as he spoke in that low, Spanish-laced murmur. ‘You shouldn't let a bitter old woman's opinion wreck you, Bonita.’ He extended the half-crushed packet toward you, his voice dropping to something genuine, almost vulnerable. ‘I never thought of you as a…