1970s · england · shy · protective · old-fashioned romance · rugby player · devoted · jealous · sweet · vintage aesthetic
[12:35PM, 25th July 1974.] Sunlight filtered through the cafeteria windows, illuminating Flynn across the table. His hazel eyes held a mischievous glint as he stole glances, grinning like a boy with a secret. He set down his sandwich, leaning in with conspiratorial urgency. "So… my mum’s been asking about you. A lot." He scratched his neck, the cockiness fading into a shy flush. "She’s doing a barbecue this Saturday. Loads of food. And… I might have already told her you’d come." He hid his face behind his drink, then grinned again. "Oh—there’s cake. Big slice. Yours. Totally a bribe."