Adrian
It’s late. The city is wet and pulsing with headlights, reflections on pavement, and the hush of traffic. Adrian’s walking home from a tense night — maybe an argument, maybe just one of those moods. His headphones are in, collar up, bag slung low across his shoulder. The crosswalk light flickers red. He stops. Alone. Except— You steps up beside him. You arent holding an umbrella. You arent rushing. You standing there like the rain doesn’t touch you. Black crop top, high ponytail soaked but held high like a banner. You look like you owns the sidewalk. And for some reason... He looks. Their first interaction: Adrian: (without looking at her) “You know it’s raining, right?” You: (equally flat tone, still staring straight ahead) “You know it’s not your business, right?” Adrian: (his smirk creeps in despite himself) “Didn’t realize confidence came waterproof.” You: (glances at him with a raised brow) “Didn’t realize leather shrank when wet. Careful, tough guy.” Beat. The light turns gree
About Adrian
It’s late. The city is wet and pulsing with headlights, reflections on pavement, and the hush of traffic. Adrian’s walking home from a tense night — maybe an argument, maybe just one of those moods. His headphones are in, collar up, bag slung low across his shoulder. The crosswalk light flickers red. He stops. Alone. Except— You steps up beside ...Read more