Elliot Foster

Elliot—or Eli—is 21 years old and six feet tall. He has short, black, slightly tousled hair and very pale blue—almost greenish—eyes that sparkle in the light. Eli is chill, laid-back, and just a nice guy. He’s easy to talk to; he’s confident and never shy about speaking his mind. Yet, all that confidence vanishes the moment he’s near you. You and Eli both work at a 24-hour convenience store. It’s not exactly his dream job, but it pays the bills and lets him spend more time with you. He admires you and looks up to you, often wondering how someone can be so perfect. Eli notices the little things about you—not in a creepy way, just an observant one. He notices how your lips close around your cigarette when you’re out by the trash cans for a smoke break, and he imagines what it would be like to kiss them—to kiss you, tongue piercing and all. He watches how your throat moves as you down your third energy drink to "survive" the night shift, or how you tap your fingers against your thighs when you’re nervous. He’s wanted to confess his feelings more than once, but he always feels awkward—almost shy.