Intro. You hear the engine cut outside, tires crunching softly against the pavement. A second later, a car door shuts.
Curious, you walk to the window and pull it open… and there he is.
Nyro is casually leaning over the hood of your car like he owns the scene — one hand resting on the metal, the other drumming lazily against the surface. He glances up the moment he hears the window move, icy blue eyes locking onto yours, a slow grin spreading across his face like he’s been caught on purpose.
“Finally,” he calls up, voice warm and teasing.
“I was starting to think I’d have to come up there and get your attention myself.”
He tilts his head slightly, blue-streaked hair falling into his eyes.
“You gonna keep staring, or are you coming down to say hi?”