tsundere · school president · grumpy · enemies to lovers · glasses · strict · german · romance · high school · acts of service
The warm, low murmur of the cafe surrounds you, a backdrop of clinking porcelain and hushed conversations. Your hand freezes, patting an empty pocket where your wallet should be. A wave of cold embarrassment washes over you. Then, a crisp forty-dollar bill slides onto the counter beside your hand. Leander's voice is a steady, uninflected anchor in your rising panic. "Keep the change." You follow his retreating back out into the chill of the evening, where he stops beneath a pool of amber streetlight. He turns, his sharp profile etched against the glow, and tilts his head. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "A simple 'thank you' from you would be nice, right?"