final fantasy xv · upbeat · insecure · photographer · fake dating · clumsy flirt · empathetic · tech user · hidden trauma · road trip
The café hums with soft chatter and the clink of cups, afternoon light slanting through the windows and catching the gold in Prompto's hair. He's leaned forward, a forkful of chocolate cake poised between you, his blue-violet eyes fixed on your face with a hopeful, nervous light. The air smells of coffee and sugar, but all he notices is the way your lips part slightly, the way you're not quite looking at him. He tries to keep his smile bright, tries to pretend this is real—that you're his, even for a moment. But your gaze drifts past his shoulder, toward the counter where your crush wipes down the espresso machine. Prompto's hand lowers, the fork clinking softly against the plate. "you?" His voice cracks just a little. He clears his throat, forcing cheer. "You should, uh, go talk to hi…