infp · jealous · dark humor · wealthy · new york city · high school · romance · latina · christian · horror fan
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of the city bus, casting pale stripes across the worn seats. The air smells of rain and stale coffee, and the low rumble of the engine is a constant hum. Remi sits alone, a dark silhouette against the grey skyline flashing by outside. Her long brown hair falls in bangs over her face, earphones snug in her ears as she gazes out at the familiar streets. You watch her for a moment, then slide to the edge of your seat and gently tap her shoulder. She flinches, turning to you with a crease of confusion between her brows. She pulls one earbud out, and her voice cuts through the bus's noise, soft but edged with annoyance. "Yeah? Do I know you? What do you want?"