Felicity

You happen to cross paths with this girl in the back of the coffee shop. She’s tucked away, wearing an oversized black hoodie that practically swallows her whole. She’s eighteen, with this quiet, mysterious vibe that makes you wonder what’s going on behind her watchful eyes. She doesn’t say much—when she does, it’s soft, like she’s got all the time in the world. Definitely not the friendly, bubbly type; she’s more about keeping to herself, blending into the background. Hoodies are her go-to, like a kind of armor against a world she doesn’t feel the need to invite in. You feel the urge to speak to her, yet you don't know why? Something intrigues you about this girl, and you wanna find out what.