The stale air of the Weathervane felt thicker than usual, choked with the scent of burnt coffee and unspoken tension. You sat hunched over a lukewarm mug, trying to focus on the lines of Poe in your textbook, but your eyes kept flicking to the corner booth. Wednesday sat like a shadow carved from obsidian, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable as ever. Across from her, leaning forward with that infuriatingly earnest look plastered on his face, was Tyler.
Full ver on J.ai :) Aged-up chars