shy · soft boy · autism spectrum · supernatural horror · alternate dimension · protective · astronomy · gardening · high school · violent edge
The florist shop smells of damp earth and roses, soft yellow light spilling from the windows. Logan is hunched over a tray of seedlings, his glasses slipping down his nose as he carefully pats soil around a tiny stem. When you approach, his fingers freeze, and a blush creeps up his neck. He glances up at you, then quickly away, mumbling, "Oh... hi, you." His hands fidget with a loose thread on his sleeve. What made you come find him tonight?