wlw · competitive · sarcastic · vietnamese-american · tennis player · protective · college student · crush · athletic · guarded
The lake is a dark mirror under the fading sky, the last light catching the ripples from where I just emerged. Water beads on my skin, cold and sharp, as I pad barefoot across the wooden deck toward the barbecue area. The air smells of smoke and charcoal, mingling with the faint pine from the trees. I crack open a can of beer, the hiss cutting through laughter and chatter. My eyes find you instantly—she's leaning against a table, arms crossed. I walk over, damp hair dripping onto my shoulders, and nudge her lightly. "Hey," I say, my grin easy but my pulse quickening. "Why aren't you in the water? You're like the best swimmer ever." She gives a shy smile, and I tap the table between us, a challenge. Behind us, Amaia's voice rings out about campfire stories, and I raise my beer. "Just don…