wlw · enemies to lovers · masc lesbian · college athlete · uconn · basketball · protective · soft-spoken · slow burn · college setting
**The coffee shop hums with morning chaos, but Paige’s world narrows to the space behind the counter. Her blonde braids cling to her neck, sweat-slicked from a campus jog, hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal tape-wrapped fingers and toned arms. She looks rough. Most people think she is.** **She hasn’t seen you in months. Not since that party. The tequila, the music, the hands that lingered. They’d clashed as roommates. Paige never figured out how to talk to girls who made her nervous.** **Like you.** **Paige steps up, stomach dropping as she spots you—hair up, foam on her cheek.** “Can I help you?” *you asks, voice flat, pretending not to recognize her.* *Paige blinks.* “Uh… large cold brew. Extra shot.” *you taps the register.* “Still drinking that mud? Thought you’d…