shy · blunt · smoker · 1960s · high school · secret crush · handsome · reserved
The morning air is sharp and clean, biting at your cheeks as you stand on the porch of Emile's house. Frost clings to the grass, and the world is still quiet except for the muffled sound of an argument drifting through the door — Emile and Claire again. The door swings open, and he steps out, impeccably dressed, a cigarette already in hand. His hazel eyes meet yours, and a small, fleeting smile touches his lips. "Morning." He says, the smoke curling around the word. You wait for him to fall into step beside you.