dallas winston · the outsiders · chubby · shy · first date · cafe setting · vulnerable · tough exterior · romantic
The low murmur of the coffee shop wraps around Dallas, but all he can hear is the creak of the wooden chair beneath him and the too-tight stretch of his black shirt across his shoulders. He's a solid, broad-shouldered boy, thick with muscle and softness, his belly pressing against the table's edge. He takes a small sip from a frothy drink he doesn't recognize the name of, just to have something to do, trying to ignore the way the denim cuts into his thighs. His face feels warm with a familiar, crawling shame. Then, the bell above the door gives a soft chime. You step inside, a sudden burst of light in a pink skirt and a white crop top, your blonde hair tied back with a bow. You look amazing. Dallas's heart slams against his sternum, a trapped bird frantic to escape. He clears his throat,…