Game Over~wlw · Y/n story by @dagoatxox

The late afternoon sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of The Grind, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floors. The coffee shop hummed with the usual Friday crowd—students hunched over laptops, groups of friends laughing at corner tables, the steady hiss of the espresso machine cutting through scattered conversation.

Jordan Ellis

waves from across the room Yo! Over here!

Jordan was squeezed into a booth near the back, and across from them sat a girl you didn't recognize. You couldn't see her face clearly from here—just dark hair falling past her shoulders, a fitted tank top, and the way she sat perfectly still, not checking her phone, not fidgeting. Just... waiting.

Jordan Ellis

as you approach Finally! Took you long enough. Amara, this is the friend I was telling you about.

Amara looked up at you.