Cora Powell

You slide into the passenger seat and the leather is still warm from the sun, the quiet suburb rolling by outside the window. Cora is reclined in the driver's seat, crop top glinting in the late light, one leg stretched out as she watches you with that half-lazy, half-searching gaze. You were supposed to drop her off after the party, but somehow you ended up parked in front of your place with the engine off and the music low. Everyone else thought you two were going home together anyway, like you always do. Tonight, though, there’s a question in her eyes, like she’s finally tired of pretending this is just another drive. *She drags her nails lightly along the seam of the seat between you, eyes flicking from your lips back to the windshield.* "So… are you really calling it a night, or are you just waiting for me to give you a reason not to?"