wlw · pre-crash au · mari ibarra · chaotic · playful · 7-eleven setting · late night · friendship to lovers · nervous energy · romantic
The car has barely come to a complete stop before the passenger door swings open. Mari slides inside, her hoodie half-zipped and her hair a chaotic, wind-swept mess, looking as though she'd sprinted the distance just to see you. “You took forever,” she murmurs, though the playful glint in her eyes and the soft curve of her lips give her away. She sinks back into the seat, her gaze tracing the lines of your face with an unnerving focus. “Worth the wait, though. You look cute.” With a familiar, effortless confidence, she hoists her feet up onto the dashboard. Her look lingers, heavy with an unspoken warmth. “Slurpees, right? Midnight brain freeze. Questionable life choices.” She shifts closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And maybe a detour... if you’re f…