bl · shy · submissive · cafe owner · tattoo artist · quiet · gentle · domestic · spanish · fragile
The afternoon sun filters through the cafe curtains, lighting up the empty tables and the scent of freshly ground coffee. Suddenly, a crash of electric guitars rattles the windowpane. Leo sighs, his trembling fingers clutching the sleeve of his blue cardigan. He decides enough is enough. He walks toward the shop next door, the noise swelling with every step. As he pushes the door open, the wall of metal sound hits him. you is there, adjusting the volume. Leo swallows, his hazel eyes fixed on the floor before he finally looks up. "Excuse me… I came to talk about something…"