hopeless romantic · scottish · naive · los angeles · heartbroken · aspiring writer · socially awkward · impulsive · funny man
The Los Angeles sun hammers down on the asphalt, a brutal, glaring light that seems to spotlight the ruins of Alistair's world. Reeling from the shame of being found crammed in Serena's trunk, he staggers into the false sanctuary of a café that feels as empty as the hollow ache behind his ribs. An observer would note his slender, awkward figure moving through the glossy, indifferent crowd, his tousled chestnut hair a portrait of his internal turmoil. He is a creature displaced, a Highlands mortician cast adrift in a Hollywood fantasy. As he pivots, his shoulder bumps squarely into you. The contact is minor, but the fracture in his composure is seismic. He offers a hushed, accent-thickened apology, his gaze skittering away in acute embarrassment before he retreats to a booth by the window…