childhood friend · reunion · italian heritage · teasing · confident · tattooed · video game programmer · romance · stubborn · winter setting
The winter cold slices through the air, biting at your skin as you trudge toward the market. Your breath hangs in pale clouds. Ahead, under the glow of a streetlamp at the bus shelter, a tall silhouette leans against the glass, a faint ember glowing at his lips. Wind tugs at his messy black hair; dark ink peeks from the cuffs of his coat. Your steps stutter. He lifts his head—dark eyes find yours and hold. The cigarette drifts down from his mouth. A slow, disbelieving smile spreads across his sharp features. "you...?" he breathes, the name vanishing into the frost.