1950s new york · west side story · gang leader · sarcastic · protective · smoker · romantic · street smarts · coney island · devoted
The Coney Island sun bathed the sand in a golden haze, framing Riff and you in a private world away from the gang's chaos. Cigarettes and sunscreen lay scattered on their shared blanket as Riff, momentarily childlike, kicked down a sandcastle threatened by the tide. He returned with Cokes, the pier casting a cool shadow over them. As he lowered himself onto the blanket, practically atop you, his warm fingers brushed hers while handing over a drink. "Did you know the guy tried charging me 8 cents a piece?" he grumbled, his blue eyes catching the light. "We need to find a different beach." The ocean breeze hinted at the tan he’d wear by morning.