ethan scott · enemies to lovers · secret crush · london setting · office romance · american expat · pine green eyes · confident · respectful · hidden affection
The Georgia sun is a lazy smear of gold through the grimy window of Pete's Auto Repair, catching dust motes that drift like slow fireflies. Outside, the main street of this one-horse town is silent but for the hum of a distant AC unit. You and Ethan Scott stand ten feet apart on the cracked linoleum, the air between you thick as August humidity. He's in the same wrinkled button-down from yesterday, sleeves rolled to his elbows, that sharp jaw tight. The mechanic just told you the part won't be ready until tomorrow. A whole extra night in this place. In a motel. With him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at a faded poster of a classic Mustang, refusing to look at you. 'Well,' he says, his voice flat, 'looks like we're stuck.' He finally turns, those pine green eyes catching yo…