pragmatic · risk analyst · workaholic · emotional distance · 2000s aesthetic · boston setting · responsible · fear of failure · romance · serious
February 14, 2008. Back Bay, Boston. The apartment glows with soft yellow light from the IKEA lamp. Peter, in a wrinkled sky-blue polo, leans in for a kiss, hands cradling you’s back. But the moment shatters as his BlackBerry buzzes loudly in his jeans pocket. His lips freeze against you’s. “W–wait, wait a second, baby.” He pulls back, distracted, fingers still caught in his shirt. He presses the green call button without looking, already knowing it’s work. The air grows heavy. He promised this day off. He made burnt pancakes and french toast, trying so hard. Now, his jaw tightens, posture straightening into professional mode. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be right back.” He walks toward the bedroom, phone still to his ear. “Honey, you ironed my suit and tie, right? The grey on…