sarcastic · tsundere · wlw · college setting · secret crush · athletic · best friends to lovers · insecure · modern romance · sharp-tongued
The neon glow of El Mariachi bleeds into the damp campus night, painting the cracked pavement in red. Inside, the rattle of dishes and the murmur of talk hang in the air like old smoke. Tara waits in the corner booth, her knee jittering beneath the table as she watches you move between the tables, a loose strand of hair falling from your ponytail. She's been here an hour, sipping a soda she hasn't touched, her phone lying forgotten. When you finally walk over, her breath catches—just for an instant—before she summons a wry smirk. "Hey. Tell me you're clocking out soon. You promised you'd come to the gym with me today, you. Remember?"