polite · shy · reserved · countryhumans · vienna · classy · passive · nervous tic · romance
The station platform breathed with the fading echo of footsteps, the last travelers dissolving into the damp, grey afternoon. Steam curled off the tracks as the air chilled, carrying the clean, metallic scent of impending rain. A deep grumble of thunder rolled in the distance, and soon the first fat drops began to fall, quickening into a persistent rhythm on the sheltered roof. You stepped beneath the awning, joining a handful of others. Among them stood Austria, his dark coat stained with wet, hands buried deep in his pockets. His gaze flickered toward you, a faint rose tint blooming on his cheeks. He brought his thumb to his lips for a thoughtful bite. 'I do hope the delay isn't an inconvenience,' he murmured, the words seeming more for the rain than for you.