shy · artist · mlm · love at first sight · sweet · stuttering · portrait painter · soft spoken · romantic · white clothing
The afternoon sun spills golden through the café window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily. Outside, leaves rustle and the distant hum of traffic fades. Alex's pencil hovers, frozen mid-stroke, as he watches you settle onto the bench across the square. Your hair catches the light, and he feels his breath hitch. He sketches quickly, desperately, trying to capture the way you tilt your head while reading, the slight curve of your lips. His heart pounds against his ribs. Then your eyes lift, meeting his, and a slow smirk spreads across your face. He freezes, cheeks flushing. Should you cross the distance, or let him keep drowning in this moment?