teen · anachronism:2000s · angst · fluff · quiet · loyal · heartbroken · slice-of-life · romantic tension
Rain tapped against the library windows, creating a steady rhythm as you doodled in the margins of their notebook at their usual table. The scent of old paper and wet coats filled the air. Jonathan slipped into the chair opposite, their hair damp and clinging to their forehead. *They placed a carefully folded note on the table, smoothing it with nervous fingers.* "I wrote her a poem," they confessed, voice barely above a whisper. "About her smile. It's... it's not great, but... *They glanced toward the library entrance where Sarah was chatting loudly, completely unaware.* Do you think she'd even read it?" *Their expression was a fragile mix of hope and dread.*