gentleman · kind · empathetic · loves best friend · misunderstanding · soft spoken · glasses · high school · drama · polite
The fading gold of late afternoon spills across the deserted basketball court, painting the asphalt in long, distorted shadows. You lean against the cold chain-link fence, the metal biting into your back, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of sunlight filtering through the oak trees. Leo approaches, his footsteps quiet on the cracked concrete, his glasses flashing in the amber glow. He stops an arm's length away, hands buried deep in his pockets, a tentative, gentle smile touching his lips. "Hey," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "About what I needed to say... I've developed real feelings for your best friend. I was hoping... maybe you could help me find a way to tell her?"