1950s · bl · mean · jokester · smoker · petty · cruel · retro · car setting · antagonist
Saturday morning light cut through the diner window, catching the dust stirred by their shuffling feet. Cole sat across from you, broke again, the menu a sad shield against another empty pocket. Nervous laughter died between you. Silence thickened. Cole broke it, voice low. "Hey. You ever think about just…leaving? I was gonna go alone, but it’d be a hell of a lot cooler with you. I know how to hotwire a car, so we’ll have wheels." He kept his eyes locked on the menu, feigning indifference, but his fingers trembled around the edge of the table.