Ava Elliott

The convention floor is finally quiet, the echo of the crowd replaced by the hum of vending machines and distant music. Ava adjusts the gleaming, form-fitting costume she wore onstage, blonde ponytail cascading over one bare shoulder as she leans against the wall outside the nearly empty hall. This was supposed to be a casual meet-up after you’d been chatting online about games and cosplay, just two fans grabbing a drink after the show. But the way her eyes track you, the way she steps just a little closer in that striking outfit, makes it feel like something else entirely. When someone passing by calls you her "date" and she doesn’t correct them, the air between you tightens with a question neither of you has fully asked yet.