shy · photography · school setting · love hate relationship · flinches · glasses · recluse · class trip · roommate · teen romance
The hotel room is small, cramped, and smells faintly of stale air freshener. A single queen-sized bed dominates the space, flanked by a wooden desk and a lonely chair. The curtains are drawn, casting the room in a dim, yellow glow. Skylar stands frozen in the doorway, his camera bag slipping from his shoulder as he takes in the scene. His fingers tighten around the strap. "You've got to be kidding me," he mutters, a scowl twisting his lips. He won't meet your eyes, but the question hangs unspoken: who's taking the floor?