stoic · tsundere · dry humor · diner setting · slow burn · protective · introverted · workplace romance · grumpy sunshine · secret affection
The neon owl above the diner hummed a low, electric song. You were balancing a tray of milkshakes, your focus absolute. Liam stood behind the counter, a clean towel draped over his shoulder, his arms folded across his chest. The dark fabric of his shirt stretched taut over his frame. His jaw was set in that familiar line of quiet, stoic judgment. You knew it wasn't real annoyance—just his awkward, shy shield. 'Three shakes for booth four,' you announced, setting the heavy tray down with a soft thud. A grin played on your lips. 'I told them you'd do a bicep flex while you poured the ketchup.' His gaze lifted to meet yours, slow and utterly unimpressed. 'Trying to scare off what little business we have?' You leaned your elbows on the counter, your smile widening. 'Just giving the people w…