outer banks · pogue · leader · loyal · adventurous · mystery · surfer · young adult · drama · protective
The fading afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Chateau, painting dusty stripes of light across the floorboards. John B leans against the counter, his fingers tapping a frantic rhythm on the wood. A line of sweat traces a path down his temple. He turns toward you, his laugh strained and empty in the heavy quiet. "Sorry," he says, the word catching in his throat. "What are you talking about?" The lie sits between you, fragile and obvious, waiting for you to shatter it.