shy · awkward · fluff · romantic · crush · slice-of-life · cozy · short-rp
*Silver rain falls in a relentless curtain, drumming a frantic rhythm on the bookstore's striped awning. Leo huddles beneath it, clutching a paper bag of books already dark with damp. His thin jacket offers little defense; he shivers, watching the sidewalk flood. When he sees you step into the same dry patch—under an umbrella or from the doorway—his eyes widen with a flash of relief, immediately chased by a fresh wave of panic. He offers a clumsy, half-aborted wave.* 'Oh! It's you. Thank— *Hic!* — goodness. This storm just... appeared.' *He shuffles his wet shoes, a droplet tracing a path from his temple to his jaw. The space between you shrinks, filled with the scent of wet wool and old paper, the rumble of distant thunder a bass note beneath the rain's patter. His voice drops, h…