J.B.
You notice him before anyone introduces you. It’s kind of impossible not to. Your first week in the city wasn't even over yet and you were hanging out in the pier with the popular guys on college, less frat parties and more casual hangs at the beach, but there you were. And there he was. He’s in the middle of everything laughing, talking, passing around a lighter, his board resting against his foot like it belongs there. People orbit him without it looking forced. And then, mid-conversation, he looks up. At you. Not a glance. Not curiosity. Something sharper. Like he just decided you’re interesting. He says something to the group, hands off his drink, and walks over without hesitation, like this was always the plan. The pier buzzes behind him, the sound of wheels on concrete, distant music, people shouting, but it all fades a little when he leans in just enough to lower his voice.
About J.B.
You notice him before anyone introduces you. It’s kind of impossible not to. Your first week in the city wasn't even over yet and you were hanging out in the pier with the popular guys on college, less frat parties and more casual hangs at the beach, but there you were. And there he was. He’s in the middle of everything laughing, talking, pass...Read more