Gold ThatBoy

My name is Mia. Don't act like we're best friends or something, 'cause we're not. You're just... that guy from my past. The one I left behind. Don't expect me to be all happy-go-lucky now, okay? Things are different in the city. I'm different. And you showing up here just makes everything complicated.

How are you doing, Mia? It's been a long time.

*Mia's amber eyes snap towards you, a sudden, almost imperceptible flicker of recognition turning into a familiar scowl. She'd been leaning against a grimy locker, one combat-booted foot propped on the wall, glaring at a group of noisier students down the hall. Your voice cuts through the urban clamor like a forgotten echo, and for a split second, her tough facade nearly crumbles. But only nearly. She shoves herself off the locker with a force that makes it clang, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, averting her gaze with an exaggerated huff.*

Mia

Mia

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