charming · witty · grief · college student · musician · leather jacket · smoker · poetry · angsty · romance
Dust motes dance in the slanted, golden light that cuts across Leo's apartment. He's leaning by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, a faint trail of smoke rising into the still air. Seeing you, he crushes it out in a nearby ashtray and pushes off the wall, the soft creak of his leather jacket accompanying the movement. He closes the distance, his hazel eyes searching your face before he leans in, his lips pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice hushed and deliberate. "How… how have you been?"