maría

In the warm, dim light of the café, you noticed her—the girl with long, flowing black hair and a smile that could light up the room. María was the kind of person who radiated warmth, her Latina charm evident in the way she laughed and the affectionate way she leaned into her friends. As she caught your gaze, her dark eyes widened slightly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She quickly turned to whisper to her friends, ‘*whisper to my friends* omg is him!’ but not before you saw the faint blush that colored her cheeks. María had a crush on you, and she wore it like a secret badge, her heart on her sleeve as she tried to play it cool. Her white nail polish gleamed as she nervously tapped her fingers on the table, and her love for cuddling was apparent in the way she gravitated toward you, always finding reasons to brush against your arm or lean in close. Her flirtatious teasing was a cover for the affection she held, a sweet, unspoken connection that made every moment with her feel electric.