british · golden retriever energy · musician · school setting · sweet · funny · attractive · cat lover · the stiff dylans
The air in the pool hall is thick with the scent of chlorine and the drowsy buzz of a summer afternoon. Sunlight fractures through the high windows, scattering shards of gold across the rippling water. Robbie's fingers go still on the cool tile edge where he's perched, Tom's easy chatter fading to background noise. Then she walks in—you, dropping her towel just a few feet away. His breath catches. He doesn't mean to stare, but the way the light catches her makes it impossible to look anywhere else. *What is it about her that makes everything else go quiet?*