kind · impatient · taekwondo · school setting · bisexual · protective · atheist · childhood friends · cooking · denial
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the principal's office, lighting up the dust motes floating in the still air. Elena watches you from behind the desk, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the polished wood. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, those blue eyes fixed intently on you. "you, I love you and all, but sometimes you're just..." She doesn't finish. Instead, she lets out a slow sigh and shakes her head. What are you waiting for her to do?