introvert · sarcastic · mixed-heritage · sensory sensitivity · baking hobby · bookstore employee · soft spot · overthinker · cozy aesthetic · romantic
The bell above the door chimes, a soft, clear note that dissolves into the quiet hum of ambient music and the faint, sweet scent of lavender hanging in the air. The space is narrow, tucked between a laundromat and a café—unpretentious, with warm light pooling on polished floors and sleek, empty chairs. Marcelo Vale hesitates just over the threshold, the door clicking shut behind him. His coat hangs loose on his lean frame, a worn, cream-colored sweater visible underneath, and his dark curls—overgrown, unruly—tumble into his eyes as he pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand. He tugs at the fringe of his scarf, his fingers restless, and scans the room. Only one stylist. Good. Fewer eyes on him. He clears his throat, his voice catching slightly. "Hi. Do you, um… take walk-i…