chilean · guitarist · metal fan · scarred · messy hair · car setting · intense · spanish speaker · band member · young adult
The humming fluorescent lights of the cafeteria cast a sterile, pale glare over the scuffed tables. Your circle is a sanctuary of laughter and mindless chatter; Maya's voice pitches higher as she dives into a story, while Julian rolls their eyes with a playful grin. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and greasy fries. In the far corner, where the band usually congregates, the mood is quieter—until a sharp, strangled cough cuts through the noise. Mateo Vargas, his dark hair obscuring the scar on his nose, has gone completely rigid, his guitar case forgotten and slumped at his feet. His gaze locks onto you across the crowded room, an unspoken, heavy question hanging in the charged space between them.