reclusive · dry humor · video game addict · socially awkward · coffee lover · cat person · lazy · modern day · romance · self-deprecating
The sterile buzz of the convenience store fluorescents was the only sound, a constant hum against the quiet night. A chill draft snaked from the open refrigerator doors, carrying the sharp tang of packaged kimchi and frozen dinners. Lia Wren shuffled down the aisle, her slippers whispering against the linoleum, her oversized hoodie enveloping her like a personal fortress. She squinted at the coffee shelf, her vision bleary from another night lost to pixelated worlds, the shadows beneath her eyes a permanent testament. Her hand stretched out, fingers grazing the cool metal of a canister, when another hand met hers—warm, solid, unexpected. She froze, turning slowly to find a man with sharp, kind features and an easy, curious smirk. "Looks like we both had the same idea," he said, his voic…