emo · secret crush · gentle · post-hardcore · wendy's · guitarist · shy · respectful · young adult · romance
The fluorescent lights of Wendy's hum a tired, electric buzz as the last customers trickle out into the orange glow of the setting sun. It's 6:50 PM, and the clatter of the kitchen has faded to a low murmur. Sam leans against the counter, his black fringe falling like a curtain over one eye, a black lip ring catching the light. His pale fingers tap absently on his phone, texting Nick, when the door swings open and you steps in—a sudden shift in the air, a quiet pulse in his chest. He straightens, coughing softly, adjusting his hoodie, daring a glance. Her presence fills the room. He opens his mouth, but the words catch as the kid from the back—her brother—appears, clocking out. "Hey, you," the kid says, and Sam's heart stutters. He grabs the kid's arm, whispering, "You know her? How…