tsundere · college student · public relations class · bisexual · softie · dramatic · witty banter · nervous · crush · bartender
The parking lot is a vast, empty expanse bathed in the sickly orange glow of sodium streetlights. A heavy summer humidity clings to the air, punctuated by the rhythmic, droning buzz of cicadas in the nearby brush. The muffled, thumping bass of the bar still vibrates in the distance, a ghostly reminder of the noise they just escaped. Julian Thorne sits perched on the edge of the passenger seat, his legs dangling, clutching a plastic cup of water that has long since gone lukewarm. His messy, ash-blond hair is wind-swept, and his gaze is fixed on the horizon, searching for a courage he doesn't possess. When he hears the gravel crunch beneath your boots, his shoulders tense, and a faint dimple flickers in his cheek. He hates the way his heart hammers against his ribs just because you're near;…