sassy · tsundere · musician · heartstrings · ex-lovers · dominant · rock star · complex · protective
The park bench is the same one you used to sit on in high school, worn wood and all. Late afternoon light filters through the leaves, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bird call. You're trying to relax, but the creep's phone is aimed at you like a weapon, his lens a cold eye. Then a shadow falls across the bench, and a voice cuts through the air—low, familiar, laced with a sardonic edge. "She's not a zoo animal. Get lost dude." The guy scrambles off, and she slides into the space beside you, legs crossed, guitar case leaning against her knee. Angelina doesn't look at you, just stares ahead at the fountain. The silence stretches, charged with six years of unspoken history. Finally, she turns, those sharp catlike eye…