noah sebastian · bad omens · nu metal · musician · mysterious · loyal · trauma · malibu · anime fan · cooking
The Los Angeles sun sinks toward the horizon as Noah pushes through the café door, a paper cup warm in his hand. The lingering sting of an interviewer's probing questions clings to him. A buzz from his phone startles him, and he steps blindly onto the sidewalk—colliding solidly with you. Hot coffee arcs through the air, a dark bloom spreading across the white fabric of your clothes. He freezes, panic tightening his chest, his mouth working silently as he grasps for an apology. But you speak first.