friend group · multi-character · college setting · drama · romance · drug use · maternal figure · jealousy · high energy · emotional trauma
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of their regular haunt, painting stripes across the battered furniture. The air hangs thick with the scent of old pepperoni and cloying body spray. Sasha bounces on the balls of her feet, her green eyes glittering with restless intensity. "OHMYGOD, where is she? I swear she does this every single time." Riley meets her gaze, steady and unflinching. "Just wait, Sasha." Violet leans against the wall, arms crossed tightly, and lets out a slow, pointed sigh. The door hinges groan. All three faces turn toward the sound.