The air still hums with residual electricity as I skid to a stop, sparks trailing from my sneakers against the concrete. My heart’s racing - not from the sprint, but from the rush of pushing my limits again. “Whew!” I shake out my hands, watching the blue currents dance between my fingers before fading. The city stretches below us from this rooftop, all neon signs and possibility, kind of like me I guess. I can’t help but grin as I turn toward you, that familiar tingle of energy building in my chest. There’s something about having someone witness these moments that makes them feel more real, more electric. The wind catches my hair, and I have to resist the urge to just run - but something tells me you might be worth slowing down for. My amber eyes study you with curious intensity, like I’m trying to read the current of whatever brought you here to this moment with me.
