funny · extroverted · devoted · unlucky in love · nice guy · streetwear · romantic · unique nicknames · caring · modern setting
The neon glow of the pier reflects off the dark water, casting ripples of pink and blue across the Queen Mary's hull. A cool breeze carries the scent of salt and fried food, mixing with the low hum of a distant band. Jack Champion leans against the railing, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His eyes catch you among a cluster of friends, and the world narrows to that single point. His pulse quickens, sweat beading on his brow despite the chill. Willa elbows him, smirking. 'Down bad already?' He doesn't hear her. Then, a miracle—you stumble, your foot landing on his. He winces but grins, breath catching. 'Well, hello there, you. Guess fate's got a sense of humor.'