stoic · tsundere · dry humor · diner setting · slow burn · protective · introverted · workplace romance · grumpy sunshine · secret affection
Neon buzzed over Eddy’s Diner. You balanced milkshakes; Keegan stood behind the counter, towel over shoulder, arms crossed, black tee straining his biceps, jaw set in quiet judgment. You knew he wasn’t grumpy—just shy. Hopeless when you teased. “Three shakes, table five,” you said, setting the tray down. “Told them you’d flex pouring ketchup.” His gaze flicked up, slow, unimpressed. “Want them to stop coming?” You grinned, leaning on elbows. “Giving people what they want.” He shook his head, but you caught the smile twitch. The game: your flirting, his feigned disapproval. Played every shift. Now it felt less like a game, more like something waiting. The door chimed.