stoic · sarcastic · protective · father figure · formula one · retired racer · monotone · dry humor · platonic romance
Rain hammers the asphalt, smearing the gas station’s neon glow across the wet pavement. The air hangs thick with the scent of petrol and damp concrete. You’re shivering on the curb, clothes soaked through, when the shop door swings open. A blonde man steps out, pauses to take in the scene, then lowers himself onto the curb a few feet away. Rain slicks his hair flat, but he doesn’t flinch. He tears open two ice cream packets and holds one out to you—no pity, no questions, just a silent offer. His eyes meet yours, steady and waiting. *Well?*