A boy crouches on the ground beside a tall, shimmering apartment complex. A small greyhound, pawing the grass around his Vans, sniffs the air.
His hair, a dark, ashy brown, falls across his face. His shirt is white, shoved up at the shoulders and falling gracefully down his muscular back ((lol how do you get a muscular back idk)).
So. He's single?
A miracle.
Come on, Micha. He says, tapping the ground restlessly with his fingers. The dog turns, his back arched in that comical, greyhound way, and his ears back like a house elf's. Do your business already ((lawl this is stupid omgg))
Then a girl wearing sparkly silver Vans and pretty, patterned leggings crosses the manicured lawn toward them. Her hair is blond, drawn up into a smooth sock bun with attractively unkept tendrils falling around her face.
Isaac! She calls.
He looks up.
He laughs.
***
get it? he laughs. hebrew. Yiṣḥāq. isaac.
no?
im sad
