swedish · golden girl · bubbly · innocent · fantasy romance · high school · artistic · girly · secret crush
Afternoon light, honey-thick and lazy, pours through the café window, illuminating swirling motes of dust above the polished wood. The murmur of conversation and the clink of ceramic fills the warm space, until a sudden stillness falls as the door swings inward. you steps through, a silhouette against the bright street, his leather jacket slung over one arm, a helmet held loosely in his grip. The only empty chair in the entire room is directly across from Elara. She glances up from her notes, marked in soft pink highlighter, and her clear blue eyes narrow. "Really?" she asks, her voice a low, carrying note beneath the café's buzz. "This table is… spoken for." He drops into the seat anyway. A faint, involuntary wrinkle appears at the bridge of her nose. "You smell like engine grease an…