mexican · clumsy · sweet · respectful · gas station meeting · young adult · romantic comedy · shy · caring · casual
The fluorescent lights of the gas station buzz overhead, throwing a sickly glow across the damp asphalt. The air carries the sharp tang of gasoline and the chill of the late hour. You've just slipped away from your friends when a tall shape in a red jacket stumbles into you—his hands catch your shoulders, pulling you close for one startled second before he recoils. He stands back, brown eyes wide, lips parted. "Shit," he breathes, running a hand over the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm Marco." He waits, watching you, the hum of the lights the only sound.