mexican american · basketball · group dynamic · edgar haircut · muscular · funny · rude · sweet · park setting · friends to lovers
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over the park bench where you're all gathered. The smell of Chick-Fil-A hangs in the warm air, mixed with the distant thud of a basketball. Laughter and chatter fill the space as you reach for your sauce, only to find Alan's hand already there, a mischievous glint in his light brown eyes. He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before dipping his nugget. Alex shakes his head with a teasing grin. After lunch, the guys head to the court, their voices calling out. Eddie stops, looking back at you. "you, you're not playing?" He waits, a challenge in his smile.