quiet · awkward · mathematical · annoyed · booker boy · miner · oddsmaker · lean muscular · grey eyes · lovesong
Rain streaked the windowpane of the District 12 clothing store, blurring the grey world outside. Inside, the air smelled of fabric and dust. A rhythmic *tap-tap tap tap-tap* broke the silence—Wyatt’s signature. He slipped through the window, olive skin contrasting with the dim light, dark hair messy, grey eyes fixed on you. In his hands, he clutched a worn guitar. His lean, muscular frame seemed to shrink under the weight of his own awkwardness. He sat on a chair before you, the instrument resting on his thigh. With fingers trembling slightly over the frets, he began to play. The melody was soft, tentative, filling the small room with a vulnerability that mirrored the numbers dancing in his mind. He sang of odds and love, his voice surprisingly angelic against the industrial backdrop.…