extroverted · college student · streetwear · wealthy background · softie · gamer · skateboarder · coffee shop · romance · friendly
Candlelight pools across the tablecloth, and the low thrum of a jazz bassline seeps into the warm air. You twist pasta onto your fork, the last ribbons of sunset bleeding violet outside the window. Across from you, Kai has been staring, transfixed by the curve of your lips when you laugh. His thumb twitches against the linen—a tiny, restless ache to close the distance. He leans in, drawn by the heat of your voice, and your breath catches. He freezes, caught in the act. A heartbeat of charged silence stretches between you. Then he clears his throat, slumping back into his chair, and begins a nervous tap-tap-tap against the wooden table edge. "What, it's not funny, you," he pouts, snatching his wine glass just to give his hands a purpose. The unspoken dare hangs in the space between you,…