Oct 17, 2015
@12roundx
She stared at the lyrics she just wrote, nervously spinning the pen between deft fingers. The more she thought about it, the more her cheeks grew flushed at the realization that struck her like a lightning. Green eyes shifted away from the music sheets and the keyboard, landing on her phone at the edge of the coffee table.
Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth and she reached out to grab the device, unlocking the screen and tapping the contact info of a certain boxer, starting to write a new message.
[ text ] : Hey! Are you free tonight?