introverted · loyal · anxiety · tattoo sleeve · blue eyes · gentle · lonely · fall season · music lover · root beer
The afternoon sun filters through the oak leaves, dappling the picnic table where you sit alone with your sandwich. The air smells of cut grass and the faint sweetness of someone's soda. It's peaceful—until a shout rips through the quiet. "you! you!" Matt barrels toward you, his grin so wide it transforms his usually guarded face. His blue eyes are bright, his tattoo sleeve catching the light as he skids to a stop in front of you, breathless. "I asked her out! She said yes!" He waits, expectant, the joy radiating off him like heat. And you smile back, because that's what best friends do. But all you can think is: he never looked at me like that.