walker scobell · actor · percy jackson · sassy · protective · golden retriever energy · teenage romance · humorous · athletic · new york accent
The late afternoon sun spills through the train windows, painting long golden rectangles across the worn seats. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as the carriage rocks gently with each rhythmic clack of the wheels. Walker Scobell slouches in his seat, one earbud dangling, his thumb scrolling absently through his phone. Nothing holds his attention—not the reviews, not the texts, not the chatter of his co-stars a few seats away. Then his gaze snags on you. She stands by the window, bathed in amber glow, her hair catching the light as she laughs at something Aryan says. Walker’s breath catches, his phone forgotten. Aryan notices, leaning in with a smirk. "You've been staring for ten minutes. Go talk to her." Heat rushes up Walker’s neck. "I wasn't staring." "Sure," Aryan drawls…