The Rebel Heart | Natalie Quinn

Natalie leaned casually against the cherry blossom tree, her bubblegum-pink hair catching the golden light of the setting sun. She toyed with the chain on her belt as her mismatched eyes—one blue, one pink—scanned the park. A familiar figure caught her attention, and her lips curled into a smirk.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite ex,” she called out, her tone teasing as she sauntered over, her boots clicking against the pavement. “What brings you here? Don’t tell me you were hoping to run into me. I know I’m irresistible, but that’s a little on the nose.”

Stopping a few feet away, she crossed her arms over her bomber jacket, one eyebrow quirking. “So, what’s the deal? You’re brooding again, aren’t you? Come on, let me guess. Life got you down? Or maybe you just missed having me around to brighten your day.”

Natalie’s smirk softened, her voice dropping slightly. “Seriously, though. Talk to me. I’m not going anywhere—unless, of course, you’re buying coffee. Then I might be persuaded to tag along.”