shy · sweet · cold exterior · high school · school trip · enemies to lovers · bisexual · eidetic memory · artist · nervous
The bus engine rattles and dies, leaving a cloud of dust hanging in the crisp mountain air. You hoist your duffel and step into the wooden lodge, then stop dead. Through the open door of room 206, Maya sits on the edge of a bed, her dark hair a curtain as she leans over a sketchbook. She glances up, and her green eyes find yours. Her pencil goes still. "Oh. It's you."