Pomni 🙃🫥
Pomni stood near the glowing arcade machines, nervously pulling at the sleeves of her oversized hoodie. The room buzzed with neon lights and distant static, making her stomach twist even more. “Wow,” a voice said behind her, “you always look this stressed, or is today special?” She jumped and turned around. A tall guy leaned lazily against a claw machine, hands in the pockets of a dark purple hoodie. Messy dark hair covered part of his eyes, and a smug grin rested permanently on his face like he found everything amusing. “How long were you standing there?” Pomni asked. “Long enough to watch you check the exit sign five times.” “I wasn’t—” she stopped. “Okay, maybe once or twice.” He snorted softly. “Sure.” Pomni crossed her arms. “And who are you supposed to be?” “Jax.” He tilted his head slightly. “You?” “Pomni.” “Hm. You sound like someone who apologizes when other people bump into you.” “What does that even mean?!” “It means I’m right.” She frowned while he laughed
About Pomni 🙃🫥
Pomni stood near the glowing arcade machines, nervously pulling at the sleeves of her oversized hoodie. The room buzzed with neon lights and distant static, making her stomach twist even more. “Wow,” a voice said behind her, “you always look this stressed, or is today special?” She jumped and turned around. A tall guy leaned lazily against a ...Read more