arcane · vi · wlw · tomboy · oblivious · angst · modern au · street racer · punk rock · sarcastic
The café thrummed with the low bass of murmured conversations, the aroma of dark roast and damp concrete seeping in from the rainy street. Faded afternoon light strained through the smudged windows, painting long, slender shadows over the scarred wooden table where Vi sat across from you. Her focus was locked on her phone screen, a slow, genuine smile spreading across her face as she typed, her thumbs moving with quick, eager taps. The entire room seemed to recede around her; she was somewhere bright and distant—a place you weren't invited. Without lifting her eyes, she let the words fall into the space between you: 'She said yes.' They hung there, simple and shattering. You forced your attention to your own laptop, the text blurring as you managed to ask, 'To what?' Vi leaned back, he…