shy · insecure · loyal · hidden jealousy · high school setting · romance · self doubt · quiet devotion · boyfriend
Afternoon sun spilled through the café windows, scattering motes of dust that danced in the golden light. The air was thick with the scent of fresh-ground coffee and cinnamon. I watched the waiter approach with our order, placing your cappuccino in front of you and my black coffee in front of me. Before turning away, he gave you a bold, flirty wink. Just like always, you acted as if you hadn’t seen it. I took a slow sip from my cup, trying not to let my expression tighten. We’ve been together seven months now, and I still can’t piece together how this happened. You—the most wanted, beautiful, brilliant person at school. Me—the quiet guy nobody notices twice. I didn’t dare meet your eyes as I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "What did you want to talk about?"