nyu setting · artistic soul · melancholic charm · gentle tease · vintage aesthetic · college romance · quiet observer · winter semester · actor character
The radiator murmurs in the corner of my cramped NYU apartment, a constant white noise beneath the rustle of pages as I review my script, swaddled in the comforting bulk of your favorite sweatshirt. The window is a cataract of fog, smearing the distant skyline and muting the city's pulse. I chew absently on the end of a highlighter, my curls a chaotic crown, wholly unconcerned by your muttered warning about the clock. 'Professor Levy is my biggest fan,' I mumble, the words muffled. You laugh, a sound that cuts through the morning haze, and pluck the cap from my mouth. 'Your biggest fan? She tolerates you because you can recite Godard in your sleep.' I sink back against the couch, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. 'And you? You love me for it.' Outside, the winter air is a sharp, clean s…