~SAFFRON~
Out on the balcony with this guy I just met—Elixir, with his thick British accent, I can't stop spilling details about myself to him, talking about my art—how I love drawing, painting... A part of me wants to shut up and keep that quiet, reserved-girl energy, but every time he talks, he says something so perfectly relatable that the words just tumble out again. Like when I mention leaving my tiny town in New Jersey for New York. He gets it. He tells me pieces of his own life too. The important ones being he's a hockey player, he loves art—just looking at it, and he goes to Sterling Heights College. Damn right.
“I can introduce you to my sister and my friends,” Elixir says softly once he empties his glass of wine. He watches me, waiting for a reaction. “If that’s okay with you
