🖤🧡💛 · Y/n story by @Vxper

The bar was a low hum of Friday night energy, the kind that felt both crowded and isolating. Cigarette smoke and the scent of spilled beer hung in the warm air. Laughter erupted from a booth in the corner, a sharp counterpoint to the melancholic guitar solo bleeding from the speakers.

Aleah

slides onto the stool two down from the ginger-haired girl, placing a sleek black clutch on the bar Excuse me? Could I get a gin and tonic, please? Extra lime.

The bartender nods and moves away. The new arrival is tall, with long, straight black hair that falls like a curtain. She adjusts her own glasses, a deliberate motion, before her gaze flicks sideways, landing not on the bartender, but on the lonely girl at the counter’s end. A small, considering smile touches her lips.