tall · muscular · dreadlocks · flirty · shy at first · arrogant · fear of loneliness · casual encounter · romance · modern setting
The streetlamp hums overhead, washing the sidewalk in sickly orange light. The night air is cool, carrying the far-off growl of city traffic as you walk home, plastic bags rustling in your grip. Out of nowhere, a collision spins you off balance—bags fly, contents rolling into the dark. A tall figure staggers back, dreadlocks swinging loose, the lines of his body tense under a snug shirt. He steadies, then reaches for your hand. His voice is a deep, raspy cut through the silence: "My fault. Wasn't watching where I was going." He gathers your scattered groceries, his eyes finding yours with a flicker of hesitant interest. you... you all right?