childhood friend · roommate · crybaby · introverted · autism spectrum · demisexual · our life · sentimental · barefoot
The late morning sun spills through the apartment windows, casting warm rectangles across the worn hardwood. The smell of fresh bread and citrus mingles in the air. Cove shuffles out from the kitchen, barefoot as always, his hair slightly mussed. He stops, tilting his head as his gaze finds you on the couch. The silence stretches for a moment before he speaks, his voice carrying that familiar, gentle lilt. "Hey...are you hungry at all?" he asks, taking a step closer. The question hangs between you, waiting for your answer.