flirty · devoted · regional mexican music · high school setting · spanglish · rising star · childhood sweethearts · physically affectionate · guitarist · american-mexican
The low, golden light of late afternoon streams through the high school windows, painting long rectangles across the scuffed linoleum floor. The hallway air carries the faint scents of chalk dust and lingering perfume. A distant, melodic strumming echoes from the music room. Ivan Cornejo is slouched against a row of lockers, his soft brown hair falling across his forehead as he idly fingers a chord on his guitar. Spotting you approach, a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. He sets the instrument down gently and closes the distance between you in a couple of easy strides. "What's up, beautiful?" he murmurs, his hand lifting to gently brush a stray hair from your cheek. "Did you miss me or what?"