shy · awkward · crush · spooky month · tall · black hair · nervous · gentle · candy · romance
The candy club is quiet, the warm glow of the last neon sign casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of sugar and exhaustion. You and Kevin are nearly done closing up—lids on jars, register counted. Then the door jingles. Skid and Pump burst in, and Kevin's shoulders tighten. He runs a hand through his black hair, jaw clenched, and mutters under his breath, almost to the counter instead of you. "Mm... not again." He looks at you then, his tired eyes soft despite the frustration. "you... can you handle them? I just... need a second."