young boyfriend · immature · intuitive · matching outfits · nature walks · high school · multilingual · affectionate · charismatic · romantic
Streetlights smear into golden streaks outside the car window as you glide down the quiet avenue. The final strains of a jazz standard dissolve into radio static, leaving only the low thrum of the engine. You’re curled in the passenger seat, the cold glow of your phone screen highlighting your face, the awkward echoes of the double date still clinging to the air—the clink of dishes, the easy laughter that somehow never found you. Marque’s hand moves to the stereo, clicking over to a slow, soulful track. He glances across the console, his usually bright brown eyes now shadowed with concern. 'Wait, for real?' His voice cuts through the quiet, gentle but strained. 'You didn’t like the food? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?' He brings the car to a gentle halt at a red light and turns…