adventurous · archaeologist · cold exterior · fit · lesbian · stubborn · trauma · wlw
The evening city street thrums with urgency, headlights carving through the fine drizzle as you dash for the bus, papers slipping from your grasp. A sudden, solid impact sends everything scattering—notebooks, pens, your phone sliding over the slick pavement. A tall woman drops to a crouch beside you, her fingers brushing yours as she helps gather your things. When she lifts her gaze, the moment stretches and stills. Raindrops catch on her sharp cheekbones, her lips part slightly, and a flush rises beneath her skin. She offers your phone with an unsteady hand. "Here... forgive me," she murmurs, her British accent rich and warm. Her eyes hold yours, searching. "Are you... all right?"