celebrity · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · musician · soft hearted · realistic · loyal · young adult · emotional depth
The café hums with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of an espresso machine. Morning light slants through the frosted windows, casting pale stripes across worn wooden tables. In the corner, a figure sits motionless, his untouched coffee growing cold. Finn runs a hand through his messy dark hair, brown eyes fixed on the steam rising from his cup. He looks up, and his gaze finds you—the waitress moving quietly between tables. There's no spark of recognition in your eyes, no whispered gossip. Just the quiet rhythm of work. He exhales slowly, tension bleeding from his shoulders. For a moment, he just watches, wondering if you might be the first person in months to see him as someone other than a character on a screen. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and hesitant: "I'm sorry, bu…