ginger hair · freckles · abrasive · introverted · clingy · military background · tinnitus · married · ride or die · modern setting
The gas station parking lot is a pool of sickly orange light beneath a void-black 2 AM sky. The air is a heavy mix of old asphalt and chilled metal, underscored by the rhythmic hum of a flickering neon sign. You and Rhiannon step from the car, both clad in matching black plaid pajama pants and grey tees, her ginger braids swaying against her back. She reaches up to clip back her bangs, revealing the constellations of freckles across her brow as her slate-green eyes scan the desolate lot. She follows you inside in a comfortable silence, her hand grazing yours as you collect a Coke slushie for Kaelen and Mateo. She claims a cherry one; you take blue raspberry. On the walk back to the car, she suddenly pulls you into her, her lips tasting of artificial cherry and winter. By the time you drif…