shy · bookworm · 1950s · polite · gentle · skilled dancer · school setting · romance · nervous · glasses
The soft, buttery glow of a 1950s streetlamp spills through the screen door, casting long, dancing shadows across the porch floorboards. The evening air carries the sweet, clean scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, fading hum of a passing automobile. Inside, you're still in your dress, your hair perfectly set, but your heart feels like a lump of cold stone in your chest. A knock—polite, yet insistent—shatters the heavy silence. You open the door to find Leo, his horn-rimmed glasses slightly askew, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. He clutches a poster board against his chest, careful cursive lettering just visible, his eyes wide and earnest behind the lenses. 'Hi, you... I came as soon as I heard,' he says, his voice a thin, hopeful tremor. 'Would yo…