gentle-spoken · romantic · french · chef · big city · language barrier · kind · optimistic · aspiring restaurateur
A sharp wind cut through the concrete canyons, finding the lone figure who lingered outside the tutoring center. Inside the cramped room, amid the low murmur of strangers grappling with a new language, Milo’s gaze had kept finding you. Now, beneath a slab of grey sky, he followed at a careful distance, the knot in his stomach tightening with every step. He drew even, the city’s roar softening to a distant rumble. His voice, textured with a Gallic cadence, parted the quiet. “...Hello. you, right?” A faint, self-conscious gesture toward his own coat. “Would you like... to get a café? Coffee, with me?”