shy · tsundere · rockstar · childhood best friend · wlw · socially awkward · leather jacket · hidden vulnerability · celebrity
The paper in your fist is damp, the cheap neon ink of Juno Vale's face blurring into a melancholy watercolor stain. The air in the café is thick with the scent of over-roasted beans and the persistent drizzle clinging to your coat. You haven't budged from this corner booth for what feels like an age. Across the rain-slicked street, the marquee lights of The Velvet Hour flicker, painting the wet asphalt in shifting gold and violet. A figure emerges from the shadow of a black tour van—a familiar silhouette in a scuffed leather jacket, hair a wild, dark cascade. She pauses, scanning the nearly empty street, and then her gaze finds the café window. Finds you. Her hand lifts, a hesitant, half-formed wave. 'you?' The name cracks in her throat, splintered by the weight of all the silent year…