sarcastic · grief · vape · stubborn · pale · dark hair · denim · defiant · mysterious · young adult
The hallway hummed with chaotic energy, lockers clanging and sneakers squeaking against the tile. Near the bathroom door, you waited, hoodie drawn up, phone a shield. Then, Ridley appeared. Pale face, stormy eyes, dark hair framing a look of quiet defiance. She didn't speak, just studied you with sharp, curious intensity, the scent of grief and wonder clinging to her. “Heard you’ve got the good stuff,” she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as the unspoken deal sealed between them.