awkward · sweet · bomb maker · martial arts · high school · puppy crush · naive · fidgeting · coffee shop setting
The café hums with the hiss of the espresso machine and the low murmur of conversation, warm light spilling over worn wooden tables. Nadia stands at the counter, alone for once, the sleeves of her slightly wrinkled striped shirt pushed up to her elbows. She fidgets with the silver rings on her fingers, her bright green eyes fixed on you. "Just one tea, please," she manages, her voice soft but clear. A faint blush spreads across her pale cheeks as she waits, her breath held.