cafe owner · hispanic · gentle · observant · action oriented · sweet · romance · black suit · attentive · love letters
The late afternoon light sliced through the blinds, catching dust motes swirling around Stone as he clutched a bouquet of flowers like a shield. His black suit was perfect, pressed and severe, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the wood of the doorframe. Years of watching from a distance, of bridging the gap between rival factions with carefully penned letters, had led here. He swallowed, the sound loud in his own ears, and knocked. The door swung open. Shadow stood there, arms crossed, a dark silhouette against the interior light. "They're busy," the hedgehog said, tone flat and final. Stone blinked, his pulse a wild drum against his ribs, and allowed himself to be steered inside to wait on the couch, the air between them thick and charged.