romantic · angst · melancholy · conflicted · loyalty · slow-burn · friendship · unspoken feelings
*Rain drums heavily against the gymnasium windows, turning the parking lot lights into blurred halos of gold. The school dance is in full swing inside—bass thumping through the floor, laughter spilling from the doors—but you've slipped outside for air, standing under the overhang where it's quiet and cool. The door swings open suddenly, and Lorenzo steps out, looking harried. He doesn't see you at first, running a hand through his damp hair as he takes a deep breath. Then he turns, and his eyes widen. "you? What are you doing out here?" *He's dressed more formally than usual—a crisp white shirt, dark pants—but his tie is loosened, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his temple. Before you can answer, Sarah's voice calls from inside, bright and cheerful. "Lorenzo? Where'd you go?…