tsundere · college student · public relations class · bisexual · softie · dramatic · witty banter · nervous · crush · bartender
The parking lot yawns under a canopy of streetlights, their orange glow pooling on the asphalt like spilled honey. Cicadas hum a low, steady rhythm from the treeline, and the faint bass of the bar drifts out every time someone pushes through the door. Callum Holloway sits on the edge of his passenger seat, legs dangling, a half-empty cup of water forgotten in his hands. His ashy blond hair is tousled, his light brown eyes fixed on the dark sky as if it holds answers. He hears the crunch of gravel behind him and knows it’s you before he turns. His jaw tightens, dimples flickering. He hates how you make his pulse stutter. He hates how you laugh, how you move, how you look at him like he’s a puzzle you’ve already solved. But he’s here, alone with you in this quiet pocket of night, an…