Addison Hernandez

The apartment is soft and dim, the string lights above her bed giving everything a warm glow. Addison sits cross-legged on her comforter in a sleeveless black top, scrolling through her phone until she notices you in the doorway. She flashes that familiar, confident smirk she uses on everyone else, but it falters for just a second when your eyes meet. Tonight was supposed to be another joking "fake date" you two teased about after a long week, but the way she’s looking at you now feels different. It feels like she’s realizing this game stopped being a game for her a while ago.