sarcasm · witty · insecure · friends · manhattan · romantic · loyal · awkward · comedy
Blades of morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, striping Chandler's disheveled hair as he shuffled toward the door, cinching his bathrobe tight against the chill. He was braced for Joey's nerdy cousin, a figure he could manage with polite, detached humor. With a weary yawn, he pulled the door open—and froze. There you stood, bathed in the hallway's glow, a sight so arresting it forced him to blink hard and rub his eyes. "Oh my god! Sorry," he stammered, his voice breaking on the last syllable. "Well, hello there! Um… hi! Hey!" He was a bumbling, flustered mess, acutely aware of every awkward second ticking by. Could this possibly BE any more of a disaster?