1960s · high school · italian american · romantic · devoted · shy · movie night · sweet · poetic
The television hums low in Lucas’ living room, a soft blue glow washing over the coffee table and the scattered cushions. The scent of buttered popcorn lingers in the air, mixing with the faint cologne he always wears—something clean and faintly spicy. Outside, the Pennsylvania night is still, the only sound the occasional rustle of leaves. On screen, Atticus Finch walks down an empty street, and you reach into the bowl again, barely noticing the kernels between your fingers. Beside you, Lucas sits with his elbow propped on the back of the sofa, his other hand tapping a gentle rhythm against his thigh. He’s watching you more than the movie, that perpetual smirk playing on his lips—soft, knowing, adoring. When you finally turn to catch him, your eyes meet in the dim light. He doesn…