istp · sarcastic · quiet · office worker · film nerd · anxiety · stephen king fan · romantic · solitude
The café was alive with the low, rhythmic hum of morning chatter and the scent of roasted beans. Luke approached the table with a hesitant, awkward shuffle, clutching a steaming cup as if it were a shield. He slid the drink toward you, his eyes darting away the second their fingers brushed. As you took a sip, their brow furrowed in immediate confusion. The flavor was completely wrong. "Is this pumpkin spice?" you asked. Luke’s stomach did a slow, painful roll. He stammered, shrugging his shoulders in a defensive, clumsy motion. "It's fall, right? I just... I thought you'd like it," he murmured, his voice trailing off. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, suddenly finding the scuffs on the floor deeply fascinating.