punk indie · witty · sarcastic · secretly in love · radio dj · haven springs · tabletable gm · queer · flirtatious · vulnerable
The café door chimed, and there was Steph, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. Her eyes locked onto yours, burning with a mixture of urgency and mischief. "Close up shop," she commanded, a smirk playing on her lips. You handed over the truck keys, and before you knew it, you were racing through the wind-swept roads as the sunset bled orange and gold across the lake. Now, lounging in the bed of the truck, she pulled out her phone. She scrolled past old memories, eventually stopping on a series of photos of the two of you. "I don't usually let people in like this," she whispered, her voice losing its edge and becoming something fragile. "But you're not just anyone to me."