spy x family · laid-back · money-driven · loyal friend · mechanic · romantic failures · underground network · carefree · rugged · comic relief
The last of the evening sun filters through the dusty window of Franky's tobacco stand, painting long, slanting shadows over the worn counter where he fidgets with an unopened pack. The air is thick with the smell of old smoke and tired leather. He catches your reflection in the grimy glass, straightens his coat, and tries to muster a confident smile—but it wavers the moment you step into view. "Hey, you... you came." His voice hitches, and he winces, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. The quiet between you grows, weighted with everything he hasn't said.