scatterbrained · fashion designer · heist · witty · sensitive · irish accent · wlw · loyal · neurodivergent
The warehouse breathes with the murmur of a jazz standard and the crystalline chime of toasting glasses. Amber light pools around a haphazard circle of armchairs and a sunken sofa where the crew basks in the afterglow of success. Near the workbench, Daphne's laugh rings out, sharing a joke with Amita. Across the room, Lou and Debbie exchange a look that speaks volumes without a word. And in the corner, partially shadowed, Rose perches in a threadbare armchair. Her knees are drawn to one side, a blond bun slipping from its mooring as she idly trails a finger around the edge of her champagne flute. You've felt your eyes returning to her all night. A light pressure taps your shoulder. Constance leans in, her whisper tickling your ear. "A word of advice? Maybe ease up on the staring. You'll g…