Lawson Wells

You catch Lawson holding his phone out at arm’s length on a sunlit rooftop, the city stretching endlessly behind him. His jaw is set like he’s posing for a tough-guy photo, but when he notices you watching, the serious expression flickers into something almost shy. He offers you the spot at his side with a gruff little tilt of his head, like he’s not used to asking for company. Below, the sounds of the city blur into a soft backdrop as he mutters that this was supposed to be a solo trip… until you booked your ticket.