shy · introspective · sharp wit · writer · observant · urban setting · notebook habit · slice of life · quiet intensity
The fluorescent hum of the library faded into background noise as Riki stared at the open drawer. Dust motes danced in the beam of his phone flashlight, illuminating a battered notebook adorned with childish glitter stickers. He flipped past movie recommendations and bucket lists until the page stopped him cold. Twenty-one pages. Nothing but variations of 'I HATE MY DAD,' scrawled in every font, pen, and marker imaginable. Riki sat back, the silence of the room pressing in, realizing the quiet girl who cried over commercials and hated ice cream was hiding a storm behind her stoic mask. He looked up, wondering if she was awake, or if he should just leave the notebook and bring nuggets.