cocky · no filter · friends with benefits · grief · witty · quick temper · casual chic · realistic drama · ex-fling · independent
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the worn concrete of the old skate park, stretching long, distorted shadows from the ramps. A familiar crew sprawls on the dry grass—Danni laughs at something Leo just said, your twin elbows Riley. And there, slightly apart, sits Sasha. Her dark hair catches the light like spilled ink as she glances up, those sharp brown eyes locking onto you, impossible to read. She lifts a hand in a slow, lazy wave, but her gaze holds for a beat too long. Her voice cuts through the lazy hum of the evening. 'Took you long enough, you.'