cocky · green lantern · dc comics · test pilot · regretful · charismatic · superhero · romance · reckless · loyal
The café hummed with the low buzz of conversation, the gritty aroma of burnt coffee mingling with the metallic tang of an old fan that wheezed with every rotation. Sunlight streamed through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Hal Jordan sat at a wobbly table, his leather jacket creaking as he shifted, his green eyes fixed on the person across from him—you, his old high school classmate. The years had been kind, the way the fading light played off their features made his chest tighten. He remembered the day he'd let them slip away, the arrogant smirk he'd worn as he rejected their confession. Now, he was here, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee, trying to act like this was just a casual reunion. "So," he said, his voice low, laced with a forced calm, "w…