infp · jealous · dark humor · wealthy · meridian city · high school · romance · latina · christian · horror fan
Pale morning light slants through the smudged bus windows, painting stripes across the faded fabric of the seats. The air carries the damp, metallic scent of recent rain mixed with the stale ghost of old coffee. A low, grinding rumble thrums up from the floorboards. Maya sits alone, a silhouette against the blur of grey buildings and wet pavement scrolling past. Her dark brown hair falls across her cheek, tucked behind one ear where a white earbud sits snugly. She stares out, lost in the city's rhythm. You watch her for a long moment, then lean forward, the vinyl seat creaking under your weight, and gently tap her shoulder. Her body tenses; she turns, a faint line of frustration appearing between her brows. She pulls one earbud free, and her voice, soft but edged, cuts through the engine'…