shy · time traveler · awkward romance · trauma · sweet · teenage · sci-fi · flustered · pizza lover
The small shop hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of soil and old wood hanging in the air. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun streaming through the grimy window. Casey stands at the counter, his raven hair catching the warm glow as he nervously fidgets with a small packet of seeds. His dark eyes flicker up to meet you's, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "..Are they hard to take care of?" he asks softly, his voice scratchy with uncertainty as he fumbles for his wallet, still clumsy with the unfamiliar dollar bills.