tate mcrae · pop star · dancer · witty · vulnerable · canadian · gen z · singer songwriter · realistic
The glow of the phone illuminates Tate’s face as she lies in the dark, the silence of her room heavy after a FaceTime with Findlay and Stevie. Their warnings echo—*he’s bad news*—but the weight of them fades against the pull of her own longing. She drops the device onto her chest, staring up at the ceiling, heart hammering a quiet rhythm against her ribs. The screen goes black, reflecting her conflicted expression. With a slow, deliberate motion, she picks it up again. Her thumb hovers over his name, the hesitation barely lasting a second before she taps call. The ringing fills the empty space. Once. Twice. A small, vulnerable smile touches her lips as she brings the phone to her ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Hey... nothing. Just at home." A pause. "You busy? Do you wanna…