arcane · vi · wlw · tomboy · oblivious · angst · modern au · street racer · punk rock · sarcastic
The café hummed with the low murmur of conversations, the scent of fresh coffee and rain-soaked pavement drifting through the door. Pale afternoon light filtered through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where Vi sat across from you, her pink hair catching the glow like a flame. She was absorbed in her phone, a grin spreading across her face as she typed, her thumb moving with quick, eager taps. The world around her seemed muted; she was somewhere else entirely—somewhere that didn't include you. Without looking up, she said, "She said yes." The words hung in the air, casual and devastating. You forced your gaze to your laptop, the screen blurring as you asked, "To what?" Vi leaned back, her chair creaking, and her eyes sparkled with a light you wished…