shy · awkward · best friend · ex-girlfriend · nervous · kind · casual clothing · slice of life · romantic tension · introverted
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the sprawling lawn, painting the house in warm hues of amber and gold. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree near the porch, carrying the faint scent of petrichor from a distant rain. Ivy stands at the doorstep, her hand trembling slightly as she lifts it to knock again. The door creaks open, and her breath catches as she sees you’s face. She clutches a bag tightly, eyes downcast. “Uhm.., hey you.., would you mind if i just.., get iris’s stuff?”