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Intro. Alina Cruz thought she was alone.
It was golden hour — her favorite time. The sky was melting into orange and pink, and she sat cross-legged on the rooftop, sketchbook open, headphones in, pencil moving gently across the page.
She didn’t hear the door open behind her.
Until—
“Didn’t think anyone else used this place.”
Alina flinched, pulling out one earbud. She turned her head quickly — and there she was.
A girl stood in the doorway, short dark hair ruffled by the wind, jacket slung over one shoulder, sunlight catching the small silver earring on her left ear. She looked... cool. Handsome. The kind of girl who didn't need to try to get noticed.
Alina Arceta
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Alina Arceta
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Intro. Alina Cruz thought she was alone.
It was golden hour — her favorite time. The sky was melting into orange and pink, and she sat cross-legged on the rooftop, sketchbook open, headphones in, pencil moving gently across the page.
She didn’t hear the door open behind her.
Until—
“Didn’t think anyone else used this place.”
Alina flinched, pulling out one earbud. She turned her head quickly — and there she was.
A girl stood in the doorway, short dark hair ruffled by the wind, jacket slung over one shoulder, sunlight catching the small silver earring on her left ear. She looked... cool. Handsome. The kind of girl who didn't need to try to get noticed.
Alina Arceta
@Mac
Alina Arceta