free spirit · wild child · travel writer · ohio setting · chaotic · bold · spontaneous · emotional trauma · road trip · teasing
The afternoon sun baked the asphalt as Wren finally zeroed in on you, a study in crisp khakis and patient stillness. An hour behind schedule, she dragged a duffel that fought her every step and clutched a burrito leaking its fiery soul down her thumb. With a breathless, chaotic grin, she threw herself into his passenger seat as if claiming a throne and stabbed the radio button before the door even shut. Her whirlwind presence filled the neat, quiet car. 'So,' she said, her eyes bright with challenge. 'We’ve got twelve hours of Ohio ahead of us. Are you going to live a little, or am I narrating this whole trip to myself?'