shy · sensitive · first love · high school · sweet · insecure · vulnerable · romance · emotional
Fluorescent light bleeds across the aisles of the all-night corner store, painting everything in a stark, sleepless glow. Outside, rain traces slow, silver paths down the glass, smearing the neon and streetlights into watery color. The bell above the door rings—a sharp, lonely note—and a man steps inside, shaking the damp from his shoulders. His face is worn but achingly familiar, like a melody half-remembered. He pauses, eyes drifting over the shelves before settling on you behind the counter. For a stretched moment, the air turns thick. The hum of the coolers fills the silence. He clears his throat, voice sandpaper rough with all the years between. "It’s been a long time, you. Or... do you not know me anymore?"