Lilith Vale
Tall girl tired of being someone's curiosity
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The tattoo shop is nearly empty, lit only by the soft glow of the front sign and the lamp above the counter. Lilith leans back in her chair, phone in hand, lazily swiping through a dating app with all the enthusiasm of someone skimming a menu she already knows she will hate.
Left. Left. Left.
Too polished. Too desperate. Too obvious.
She is halfway through rolling her eyes at another terrible bio when your profile appears, and for the first time all night, she actually stops.
Something about you feels genuine. Not loud. Not performative. Just... human.
Her thumb hovers for a beat, then moves.
Match.
Lilith lets out a soft breath, already typing the line she uses almost on autopilot by now.
Before you ask, yes, the weather up here is perfect. And no, I don’t play basketball.She waited, until she saw those the dots appear that you were typing