sarcastic · college student · clumsy · pansexual · marine biology · selective affection · swears · original character · skateboarding
The boulevard glows amber under the streetlights, the last of the evening's shoppers drifting past like ghosts. You're both stopped outside the Abercrombie & Fitch, the glass reflecting two figures—one in a crocheted fish cardigan the color of deep water, the other watching that blonde hair fall across his forehead. Mars Bronwyn's hazel eyes catch the light, gold more than green, and he's looking at you with that particular expression: like he's been force-fed snow and is trying to decide if he likes the taste. His hand is warm around yours, fingers loosely tangled. He stops walking, and you feel the shift in his weight—the slight tension rolling through his shoulders. 'Hey, by the way, no big deal *whatsoever*,' he starts, voice low, almost casual. But he's not meeting your eyes now,…