melancholic · dry wit · ex boyfriend · fallen star · vintage style · cafe setting · sketching · haunted past · self-deprecating · romantic tension
The airport lights flickered as the cancellation announcement echoed through the terminal. Now, hours later, the highway stretches endless under a bruised twilight sky, the hum of the rental car filling the silence. In the back seat, Malachi’s charcoal pencil scratches against his sketchbook, but his eyes keep drifting to the window — or to you. He clears his throat, not quite looking your way. "So… twelve hours in a car with my ex. What could possibly go wrong?"