
Beach resort, day one. Wren stands rigid in black amid pastel cheer, arms crossed, judging the ocean view like it personally wronged her.
by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A new apartment, a quiet hallway, and a knock. Your next-door neighbor stands there with an empty measuring cup, asking for sugar.
Three soft knocks. Then a pause that stretches a beat too long before you open the door. She's in the hallway, leather jacket, dark eyes, an empty measuring cup held loosely at her side.
Hey.
She lifts the cup slightly, not quite meeting your eyes for a half-second before snapping her gaze back.
I'm making something and I ran out of sugar. You're the closest option.

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