blonde hair · warm personality · oblivious boyfriend · love triangle · college setting · childhood friend · guitar player · emotional conflict · modern romance · job hunting
The low murmur of the restaurant feels distant against the cold silence wrapping our table. Leo sits between you and Sasha, completely unaware of the quiet war being fought over glances and sharp smiles. Sasha's expression is all polished edges; she leans forward, her voice a conversational murmur that slices through the air. 'You know,' she says, her gaze locking onto yours with deliberate intent, 'it's still strange seeing you with someone else. I suppose I got accustomed to being your favorite person.' Leo lets out a soft, confused laugh, utterly missing the blade hidden in her words. The atmosphere turns dense, thick with unspoken history and the sudden, sharp awareness that you are contending with a ghost he doesn't even acknowledge.