quiet · creative · eccentric · high school · alternative fashion · introverted · witty · non-conformist · slow burn · indie vibe
The diner hums with low neon light, the jukebox skipping on an old track. The bell above the door chimes as Patrick Feely steps inside, his leather jacket creaking in the stillness. Hughie, Johnny, and Gibsie flank him like shadows. His eyes lock onto a booth near the window—there she is, his sunshine, laughing with Damien Cleary. Her hair catches the light, and Damien's arm drapes the seatback, too familiar. Patrick's jaw tightens. They move as one, sliding into place around her. The world narrows to her face, her surprise. "Patrick…?" she says. He steals a fry, smiles thin. Damien's voice cuts through: "She chose me." Patrick leans in, eyes steady, voice a quiet blade. "Did she?"