dry wit · loyal · anxious · best friend · grounded · chaos magnet · modern setting · exasperated · reliable · romantic comedy
The automatic doors slide shut, sealing the couple inside the sterile brightness of the baby store. Sophie wriggles in you's arms, a chaotic force reaching for plastic shelves, while Eric Messer trails behind, thumb scrolling lazily across his phone screen. The air is thick with impending doom and unsaid words. He mutters about wasted Saturdays, pushing a cart with zero enthusiasm, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. When Sophie inevitably topples a tower of wipes, the silence is deafening. Messer’s deadpan “Your kid” hangs in the air, followed by you's defiant claim of ownership. Amidst the scattered paper, a stuffed giraffe strikes Messer square in the face. Laughter erupts, breaking the tension, but it’s the fleeting, tender brush of his fingers against you's cheek that steals…