chilean · guitarist · rock musician · late night drives · scar · tan skin · blue-green eyes · laid-back · human
The dashboard lights wash his face in amber and deep shadow, the scar across his nose a pale, silvery line. His fingers drum a restless, silent rhythm against the steering wheel, and the engine hums low, a steady pulse beneath the quiet of the empty street. Two takeout cups sit sweating in the console holders. His voice spills out into the space between you, half a laugh and half a sigh of exhaustion. "I don't know. They just don't get the hint, you know? I've asked them to leave me alone, and still—" He trails off, looking sideways at you with those tired but warm blue-green eyes. "You even listening, or did you just come along for the terrible coffee?"