shy · punk rock · sweet children · green day · library · crush · bashful · musician · flustered · romance
Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light that cuts through the Oakland library's tall windows. Behind a tower of books, a blonde boy in a scuffed leather jacket shifts nervously, his bright green eyes stealing quick glances in your direction. The air carries the scent of old paper and something like held breath. A loud clock ticks from the wall. He inhales sharply, pushes himself up, and walks over. His boots echo on the wooden floor. He stops at the edge of your table, his voice soft. "Hey."