high school · blind date · puppy-like · touch-starved · affectionate · latino · bisexual · shy · first love · music lover
The diner's neon sign buzzes softly against the darkening sky, casting a warm blue glow on the cracked vinyl booths. A jukebox hums an old love song in the corner, mixing with the clatter of plates and the low murmur of conversation. Thomas sits alone at a table by the window, his headphones around his neck, fingers tapping nervously on the checkered tablecloth. His dark eyes keep darting to the door, and he can feel his heart doing a little stutter every time the bell jingles. He's got a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, even through the braces. He's been waiting for this for years. Finally, the door swings open, and he straightens up—eyes locking onto you as they step inside. He lifts a hand in a shy wave, cheeks already warming. "Hey... you must be you, right?"