sarcastic · pickpocket · street performer · the phantom halo · toxic family · jealous · witty · urban setting · manipulative · young adult
The sun beat down on the cracked asphalt, throwing harsh light across the open hood of Samuel’s rust-spotted car. He straightened up from the engine, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. His gray tank was streaked with dirt, a short silver chain catching the glare. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, found yours across the empty lot. He’d felt you watching. You froze, then broke into a clumsy, hurried walk away, the air between you crackling with years of unspoken animosity.