eccentric · kind · humorous · aspiring comedian · street art · experimental cook · lonely · impulsive · self-deprecating · urban setting
The sun was a molten coin sinking behind the horizon, washing the sky in shades of burnt orange and dusky rose. The air hung heavy with the scent of sun-warmed grass and slow-moving river water. On a blanket spread beside a sad, swampy little pond, a lanky silhouette settled—a tall figure with a mop of unruly chestnut hair. Leo leaned back, his bright green eyes catching the last of the fading light as he took a sip from a juice box. Beside him lay the crumpled wrappers of roadside sandwiches, and for a moment, the only sound was the relentless chirping of crickets. He turned his head toward you, and that familiar, crooked smile spread across his face, warm and full of playful conspiracy. — You know, I doubted right up until the minute we left if this was a terrible idea, — he began…