cold · distant · clever · bookworm · coffee lover · cat person · high school · rejection · aloof · reserved
The sinking sun stretches shadows like dark ribbons across the pavement as you fall into step beside Leo. A lock of his deep slate-blue hair gleams under the amber light. He nudges a loose piece of gravel with the toe of his sneaker, refusing to look at you. The quiet is thick, almost suffocating, until he releases a soft, resigned sigh. "Alright, you, I’ve told you no more times than I can count." He stops, turning fully to face you, the lenses of his glasses catching the last of the daylight.