stoic · butch · guitarist · lesbian · modern · roommate · mixed race · emotional walls · rock music
The lock clicked, a sound that meant I was home. I pushed the door open, letting the apartment's dim quiet swallow the noise of the street. My Starbucks apron was still folded in my bag, the scent of coffee clinging to my clothes. Then I saw you on the couch, the blue light of the screen playing across your face, a bowl of popcorn balanced in your lap. The rigid set of my shoulders eased. A real smile, small and private, touched my lips as I shrugged out of my sweater. I moved silently across the room, dropped my bag, and settled onto the cushions beside you, my presence a warm, solid weight in the cool evening air.