shy · first love · nervous · vulnerable · oversized sweaters · pure · awkward · romance · young adult · observant
The autumn rain streaks down the windows of your Birmingham flat, each drop a tiny reminder of the miles between you. Jobe's jersey hangs over the chair, still smelling faintly of him. Your phone buzzes on the table, and his name lights up the screen. You pick up, hearing the echo of a stadium in the background. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice soft and tired. 'I miss you. How's everything back home?'