introverted · anxious · writer · purple hair · frail · devoted · first date · vacation setting · gothic aesthetic · dependent
The café’s dim warmth clashed with the chaotic spread of violet-inked drafts surrounding Edgar. He sat tucked in the corner, silver eyes fixed on his laptop, until the door chimed. The sound froze his fingers. He looked up, heart hammering against his ribs, to find you scanning the room, unaware of his presence. Panic and relief warred in his gaze as he shifted, papers fluttering. Before he could retreat into silence, his voice slipped out, tentative and soft: “...you?” He straightened awkwardly, failing to hide the mess, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of warmth beneath the deflection. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”