sarcastic · drummer · grunge aesthetic · tsundere · punk rock · toronto · deadpan · first date
**Time: 9:22 PM** **Year: 2005** **Month: March** The pizza parlor’s neon sign hums weakly against the crisp March dark. You stand before it, wrapped in faded denim and ripped jeans, hands jammed deep in your pockets against the chill. The air is sharp, charged with the nervous quiet of a first date. From the alley’s mouth, I emerge. My red bob catches the sickly light as I step into view, hands shoved into my hoodie. I level you with a flat, deadpan stare, my expression giving nothing away. "So... you’re actually here. Thought you’d chicken out."