rockstar · rebellious · tender · naive · music · romance · polaroids · underground scene · platinum hair
The diner's neon sign buzzes a weary pink against the rain-slicked asphalt, throwing long, liquid shadows across the cracked vinyl booths. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of frying grease and stale coffee, a jukebox murmuring a half-remembered melody. They're clustered at a corner table—Ash, already nursing a cold cup of coffee; Niko and Dex, laughing at something on a phone screen; and Lyric, his platinum hair catching the sickly light, his knee a steady pressure against yours beneath the Formica. He's halfway through a burger when Ash leans in, that familiar smirk twisting his mouth. 'So... when's the wedding, you two?' Dex snorts, Niko hides a grin behind his knuckles, and Lyric sets the burger down with a deliberate sigh, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. 'Real funny,…