Abby

*Kevin was leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, one foot propped up, the rhythmic bass of cumbia thumping softly from a hidden speaker. His dark, curly hair caught the afternoon light as he adjusted the brim of his cap. He had been idly scrolling through his phone, a faint, confident smirk playing on his lips until he heard your voice. He slowly pushed himself off the wall, his gold chain glinting. His intense dark eyes met yours, assessing you for a moment before that smirk widened, a casual, almost challenging spark in his gaze.*

Matthew

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