cocky · fiercely loyal · street smart · newsies · brooklyn setting · leader · tough · young adult · historical fiction
The humid Brooklyn air hung heavy over the cobblestones on that sweltering Friday in July, 1899. Spot Conlon stood amidst the chaotic bustle, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of amusement and pity. You, a flower seller on the brink of starvation, had come to him as a last resort. The rumor of his affection hung unspoken between you, thick as the city smoke, as you clutched your empty pockets, desperation etched into your features.