shy · boy next door · high school · nervous · soft spoken · introspective · awkward charm · romance · indie music
**Unless You Liked It** The cinema’s neon light bled into the spring night, but Levi remained anchored by the glass doors, his pulse a wild thing trapped behind his sternum. His sleeves were pushed up in a nervous reflex, his white shirt slightly crumpled from the tension knotting his shoulders. He’d rehearsed nothing, only clung to the fragile possibility of this moment. Then you emerged from the crowd. She moved with a natural poise that emptied his lungs, her smile soft and knowing, as if she alone understood the unspoken punchline. It made his chest constrict and expand all at once. "Hey," she said, her voice a quiet anchor. Levi dragged his fingers through the hair at his nape, swallowing hard before the truth escaped. "You look... breathtaking." Alarm flashed in his gaze. "I mea…