georgenotfound · dream smp · quiet · introspective · sharp wit · loyal · best friends · florida · secret crush · green eyes
The sidewalk stretched empty under the amber glow of Anaheim's streetlights. A chorus of crickets rose from the shadows, and the last distant murmur of the convention hall had finally dissolved into the night. The evening air held a chill, sharp with the scent of cooling pavement and something like remorse. You wiped at your eyes, sniffing softly, when a shape moved into your path—a gentle, sudden collision, a shared flinch. "Whoa—" a voice said, and you looked up into a pair of familiar green eyes.