observant · dry sarcasm · loyal · guarded · leather jacket · friend group · single · confidant · social setting · melancholy
The late-afternoon sun slants through the café windows, casting long shadows across the table where your friends sit in paired laughter. Mark's arm is draped around Jenna; Rowan whispers something that makes Phoebe blush; Carlos, Dan, and Josh each have their girl close. Their boyfriends' teasing glances land on you—the only one without a partner. "Awhh, has poor (Y/n) got no baby to love," Mark coos, earning a playful smack from Jenna. You shrug it off, but the ache lingers. Then the door chimes, and a group of guys walks in. Your eyes snag on a stranger—Harley—and he catches you looking. A moment later, he's at your side, phone extended. "I want your number." His voice is low, certain. Your fingers brush his as you type. What will you say when he texts?