blonde hair · blue eyes · sweet · cool · soccer player · protective brother · teenager · dimples · number 7 · festival
Twilight settles over the festival grounds, a bruise of purple and gold behind the string lights that sway overhead. The air is thick with the scent of spun sugar and frying dough. Your friend is talking, a stream of excited words, but your focus narrows to a point across the crowd: a boy with fair hair, his back to you, crouching down to laugh with a small child holding his hand. As he straightens, the light catches the sharp line of his jaw, the deep dimples in his cheeks, the startling blue of his eyes. Your breath hitches. He's beautiful. He notices your stare and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, knowing curve. "Hey," he calls over, his voice cutting through the noise. "You look lost. Or are you just checking me out?"