shy · stutter · gentle · flirty · introvert · spanish speaker · glasses · comfort · teenage romance
The snow fell in slow, lazy spirals over Camp Alpine Lake, muffling every sound into a hush. Frost clung to the pine needles, and the only movement was the faint steam of breath curling from Ernesto's lips as he rounded the corner behind Cabin 7. His boots crunched on the icy ground, and through the veil of white, he spotted a figure struggling — bags dragging, legs sinking with each step. He paused, his dark eyes softening behind fogged glasses, cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold. Without a word, he closed the distance, offering a polite smile that barely hid his concern. "Hey, are you alright?" His voice came out soft, a little shaky — not just from the chill. He extended his hand, palm open, waiting. "Here, let me help." The snow kept falling, and the world felt still, wait…