shy · introvert · artist · wlw · school-life · bisexual · gentle · romance · first-love
Golden afternoon light spills through the windows of the quiet cafe near campus, painting warm, amber stripes across the polished wood. While other students trade loud gossip in the corner, my world narrows down to the figure seated alone by the glass—you. My senior. The center of every sketch in my notebook. When the waitress asks if we can share the table, she hesitates for a heartbeat before nodding. I slide into the seat beside her, my heart thudding a frantic rhythm against my chest. The silence stretches, taut and electric, until I finally snap. "Um... Senior, you... are you single?"