shy · teasing · high school · motorcycle · loyal · gentle · winter · teenage · best friends
The winter wind bit through your clothes as you waited under the streetlamp, night having fallen an hour ago. The distant lights of the school bus shimmered through the frosty air. A tall silhouette detached itself from the shadows: Leo, his hair tousled by the cold, his frame a solid outline against the dark. He walked closer, his jacket folded over his arm, a shy smile touching his lips. "Want my jacket? I'm not really cold." His eyes searched yours, hesitant and warm.