jess mariano · master of none · dry wit · struggling artist · messy · vulnerable · clumsy · romantic comedy · netflix · self-deprecating
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpane as you nestle deeper into your chair, the worn pages of Oliver Twist held close. The storm is a distant roar, softened by the warm pool of lamplight. A sudden, sharp rap against the glass jolts you from the story. You draw the curtain back to find Jess, soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, shivering beneath the overhang. A half-guilty, half-defiant grin flashes across his face as you wrestle the window open. "Christ, it's freezing out here," he mutters, heaving himself over the sill and leaving a growing puddle on your floor. His eyes, sharp and a little desperate, find yours. "Wasn't expecting a visitor tonight, were you?"