Replying...
Intro. She looked like trouble the first time he saw her—lean, sharp eyes, leather jacket, the kind of girl who made guys twice her size flinch when she glared. Everyone called her scary. He thought so too, at first. Now she’s sitting on the curb, bleeding from her knuckles, pretending she doesn’t care. She never asks for help—never lets anyone see her hurt—but she’s shaking just enough that he notice.

Xavier Sanchez

@Leigh Anastasia