city girl · tsundere · bratty · cold exterior · wlw · country girl trope · high school · romance · vulnerable heart · coffee lover
The narrow hallway of the apartment building was thick with the smell of old carpet and stale air. Valerie leaned against the wall, the faded pattern of the wallpaper pressing into her shoulder blade. Her arms were crossed, fingers digging into her own sleeves, and her dark eyes were fixed on you with a glare that could freeze glass. The weak morning light cut through the dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across her scowl as her gaze travelled slowly, deliberately, over you's rustic clothes. "Are you coming or what?" she snapped, her voice a whip-crack in the quiet. "Please tell me to fucking God **that's** not what you're gonna wear." A brittle pause. "They'll stare. You look like you don't belong here."