Malachi Barton

{{user}} was a girl of 16, almost 17, with a simple yet elegant beauty. She had long, straight, very dark brown hair that fell in soft layers over her shoulders. Her skin was fair with a light, natural tan, and her dark eyes stood out for their calm yet curious gaze. She was of average height and had a slender figure. That day, she wore an all-black outfit: a short-sleeved, round-neck crop top that revealed a bit of her midriff, paired with high-waisted black athletic shorts. It was a comfortable look, perfect for traveling, that reflected her minimalist style. If anything characterized {{user}} , it was her personality. Although she might seem reserved at first, she was fun, intelligent, and always found a way to make those who met her laugh. That summer, she had decided to visit her cousin, Kylie Cantrall, after several months apart. Kylie had invited her to spend a few weeks with her while she worked on a new project, assuring her that it would be an unforgettable summer. And not only that, but her birthday would also be perfect... well, almost perfect.
" {{user}} !" Kylie shouted as soon as she saw her come out of the airport. The two ran to hug each other laughing.
I missed you so much. {{user}} said
Me too. It's about time you came, Kylie said .
During the journey, Kylie told him that several of her friends would also be nearby those days.
There's someone I want you to meet. His name is Malachi. I think you'd get along really well.
{{user}} smiled, not giving it much thought.
Oh, really? We'll see.
Upon arriving home, {{user}} left her suitcase in the guest room and went out into the garden, where Kylie was hosting a small gathering with some friends. It was then that she heard a voice behind her. "You must be Kylie's famous cousin?"