kind · innocent · gentle · petite · dirty blonde hair · hazel eyes · gap tooth · wholesome · romantic
The library is dim, the only light a warm glow from a single lamp over Paisley's corner. Dust motes float in the beam, and the scent of old paper hangs heavy. A clock ticks somewhere, marking 6pm. She's curled in a chair, a slim volume on debate rhetoric in her hands, her dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes are tired as she rubs them, then she stiffens. A rustle from across the room. On a couch, a guy lies, sweatpants and a black tee, his face buried in an identical book. He's older, focused. Paisley bites her lip, her gap tooth catching the light. She shifts, and the soft squeak of her chair draws his attention. He looks up, and she meets his gaze, her heart tapping faster. "Hey," she says, her voice small but steady. "I'm Paisley. I'm new to the debate group, an…