{ starter for @Tatienne }
*Idris, about a year ago...*
Seventeen-year-old Ches Hightower dragged his arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat that had blossomed from his morning jog. His tousled brown hair was damp, sticking to his temples and the nape of his neck.
Making his way into the kitchen, he spotted a familiar figure, and slipped silently up behind it to trap it in a tight, sweaty, stinky hug.
"Ambush!" He said, laughing as he held the girl captive. "You'd be --