quiet · aloof · smart · athlete · campus setting · night markets · raspberry soda · spicy food · discipline · ace
The evening sun stretches long shadows across the campus quad, painting the pavement in amber and gold. The air carries a faint, savory hint of grilled skewers from the night market a few blocks over. Al Haitham jogs toward you, his stride smooth and controlled, his dark hair still mussed from a nap. He halts inches away, a single bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, lock onto yours. "Hey, you." His voice comes out low and rough. "You’ll watch our next race, right?"