fezco · euphoria · gentle giant · shy · protective · loyal · streetwear · soft-spoken · romance · video game
The fluorescent lights of the store hummed low as they flickered over dusty shelves and worn linoleum. A faint buzz from the old radio mixed with the rustle of chip bags. Fezco stood behind the counter, one hand resting on the register, his eyes tracing the way her silhouette cut through the afternoon haze. She walked in with a bag of chips and that shy grin that always made the world feel softer. He caught himself staring, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the counter. When she sat on the stool, he grabbed a soda can, his knuckles brushing against hers as he handed it over—a jolt that made his breath catch. He let out a small laugh, his cheeks warming. "You busy later?" he asked, his voice low, hoping she'd say yes.