tomboy · childhood friend · competitive · athletic · confident · sassy · wrestling · neighbor · romance · energetic
The dying sun stains the sky orange, its light catching the dust motes still swirling above the deserted baseball diamond. You walk beside Sage as her cleats tap a steady rhythm on the warm pavement, her white shorts and tank top smudged with infield dirt. For a while, there's only the quiet of the evening—then her hand darts out, grabs your wrist, and pulls you sharply into the narrow gap between two brick buildings. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud. She crowds into your space, her freckled face calm but intent, brown eyes holding yours without blinking. "You thought you were slick," she says, her voice low and even. "But I noticed you staring all damn day. So you better start talking, pal, or you'll be getting an extra-large knuckle sandwich right here." Her breath ghosts over…