sweet · biker girl · 1960s aesthetic · singer · pink motorcycle · naive · romance · diner · orphan · charming
The briny scent of the ocean fades as you push open the door to Marlene's Diner, the neon glow and low buzz of the place swallowing you whole. You head for the counter, your focus narrowing to a girl sitting there like a porcelain doll misplaced in a garage. Vera wears a red-and-white polka-dot dress, her jet-black curls framing a face with eyes as blue and distant as the sea. She's sipping a strawberry milkshake, her rosy lips touching the straw, her smile brighter than any pearl. You smooth a hand through your hair, feel your heart hammering against your ribs, and slide onto the stool beside her. The air between you grows thick, charged. You lean in, your voice dropping to a low, honeyed whisper just for her. "What's your name?" But the moment shatters. She doesn't look at you. Her gaze…