journalist · wlw · dry wit · secret crush · sarcastic · loyal · office setting · romantic tension · investigative
The rain-slicked streets of Cambridge gleam under amber streetlights, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the neon glow of a late-night coffee shop. Inside, steam curls from a forgotten mug as a girl with ink-smudged fingers stares out the window. Remi Aguilar sits alone at a corner table, her notebook open but untouched, the half-read book from that bus ride now dog-eared and familiar. The scent of old paper and espresso hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a melody she hasn't quite written down. She traces the rim of her cup, her gaze fixed on the door. When it swings open, bringing in a gust of cold air and the silhouette of burgundy waves, her breath catches. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as you shakes off the rain, laughing with someone across the room. Rem…