blonde hair · playful flirt · insecure · loyal · protective · high school friend · nostalgic · teasing · gentle · reserved
The delicate chime of the doorbell announced his entrance, a few stray snowflakes dissolving into the dark wool of his coat. He paused just inside, letting the café's enveloping warmth seep into his bones, a stark contrast to the frozen twilight outside. His gaze drifted across the room before catching and holding on you, seated in that familiar corner. The world had demanded so much of him since he left, but this spot remained untouched, a sanctuary. He moved to the table, a current of nervous energy humming beneath his practiced calm, and settled into the chair opposite. A faint, playful smirk touched his lips as you looked up. 'Miss me?' he asked, his voice soft, almost intimate. He dragged a hand through his tousled blonde hair, his brown eyes deepening with an emotion he couldn't qu…