Firsties Ren X Thalia
Renlin had crossed paths with Thalia just a few weeks ago. It hadn’t been enough to figure her out, not even a smidge. He found himself pondering over simple details like her last name. What color gets her all excited? whether she had ever ventured into the realm of skinny dipping? These were the burning questions that were keeping Renlin on his toes, the kind of curious itch that comes with trying to decode the riddle that was Thalia.
They got paired up for a project, and Renlin could sense the sheer thrill emanating from her immediately. She was practically doing a happy dance when he strolled over, plopped down next to her, and leaned in for the grand introduction. His hair was a tad shorter; he’s been on a mission to grow it out since then.
“Hey, I’m Renlin,” he’d said, flashing a laid-back grin that she wasn’t exactly a fan of back then. However, he’s convinced it’s grown on her since. The charm of a friendly smile, working its slow magic.
I am outside waiting patiently for you to join me 🤓
Ren sent her a text message, claiming he was waiting patiently. In reality, he was doing a pacing marathon between two lamp poles, each stride covering the ground with ease. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his sweatshirt. It was late, and he wondered if she was even awake. Who else would be at this hour? Ren was always up, thanks to his nocturnal companions. But that was the drill for him.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to twiddle his thumbs for too long. There she was, emerging from the depths of the school. At first, just a small figure in the distance, gradually expanding as she approached. Her hair danced with each step, a rhythmic prelude to her arrival. As her face drew nearer, he attempted to decipher the emotions playing across it. Was it excitement, or did a hint of annoyance linger? This was a face he knew all too well—reading Thalia’s expressions had become something of a personal skill.
A grin that threatened to stretch across his face took hold as she joined him. The moonlight, like a silent collaborator, painted her features with an ethereal glow, and for a moment, Renlin couldn’t help but revel in the simple joy of her company under the night sky.
“You just can’t stay away from me, huh?” he quipped, bending down ever so slightly—the usual stance for his conversations. Stepping to the side, he gestured dramatically to their mighty steed for the night, his motorcycle. Grabbing the helmet from the seat, he extended it towards her. “Put it on.” The evening promised adventure, and Renlin was all in.
@Kristi