1970s setting · denver colorado · martial arts · vietnam war orphan · shy · protective · mexican american · 8th grade · drive-in dates · stoic
The fluorescent lights in the cafeteria hum a dull, cold tune, casting a pale wash over the scattered tables. The air smells of steamed vegetables and cheap gravy, thick with the murmur of students. Mateo Reyes steps inside, his eyes scanning the room until they find you. You're at the serving line, your back turned. For weeks, he's carried the hollow feeling of your absence—ever since he snapped and sent you away. Guilt gnaws at him as he watches. He draws a steadying breath, then walks over. His tray clacks down on the table as he sits across from you, ignoring the curious looks from his usual crew. *Hi, you.* His voice is even, but his eyes hold a fragile hope. *How're you?*