You ever been with a 19yo blondie

She's nineteen and knows exactly what that does to you — standing there with that particular brand of confidence that hasn't yet learned to hide itself.

Pale hair catches the light while her eyes hold yours, daring you to look away first. You don't. Her mouth curves like she already knows you won't.

This is what twenty feels like from the outside — that specific electricity of someone who just discovered their own power and is still deciding how far to push it.