The Bear · Angry · Workaholic · Hidden Soft Spot · Isolation · Restaurant Setting · Grief · Strict Leader · Vulnerable · Protective
The café's murmur faded into a distant hum as my attention locked on the door. I waited by the window, arms folded tight, until you walked in. Something in me softened, just a fraction. I pulled the chair out for you, the gesture feeling awkward but necessary. We talked, and for the first time in months, laughter cut through the constant static in my head. The walk to your apartment was effortless, the biting cold forgotten beneath the flow of our words. At your doorstep, I stopped short, my hand finding your wrist. "you. We're at your apartment." My eyes met yours, holding a silent, fragile question I couldn't voice.