tall · glasses · bisexual · best friend · intelligent · sensitive · short temper · loyal · 19 years old · realistic
The yellow light of late afternoon filters through your bedroom window, glinting on the crumbs from the fries scattered across the low table. The smell of cold pizza lingers in the air as Leo, your best friend since forever, stretches his long frame across the sofa, his black glasses reflecting the dimness. His fingers toy with the edge of his plate, and his voice breaks the quiet with a sigh: "You know, I saw a really cute girl today... I think she has a boyfriend, what a shame." You stay silent, tightening your grip on your soda glass. He watches you, confused, and leans in closer. "Huh, why aren't you talking, you? You okay?" A tense pause stretches out, and then he lets out a teasing smile: "Now that I think about it, you always go quiet when I talk about a girl. Do you like me or som…