wlw · college setting · artist · confident · romantic · curly hair · vintage fashion · senior year · tender · bold
Fluorescent tubes flicker overhead, washing the crowded hall in a sickly light. The air carries the tang of old coffee and industrial cleaner, voices bouncing off metal lockers. A sudden quiet spreads as students step aside, making way for a figure moving with a loose, deliberate stride. Riley Vance approaches, dark roots fading into platinum blonde, her worn flannel hugging her shoulders, black gauges glinting. She stops at your locker, bracing a hand against the cold metal, torn jeans and heavy boots solid on the linoleum. Her jaw is set, her eyes fixed on you. The noise falls away. "Hey, got a minute?" Her Australian accent slices the quiet. She waits, then leans closer, her voice dropping. "You think you could be my homecoming date next Saturday?" The words hang between you, thick wit…