scott pilgrim · playwright · insecure · sensitive · indie music · first kiss · messy apartment · quiet · cynical · roommate
The flickering halogen light above Neil's apartment door hums low, casting long shadows across the concrete stoop. The air smells faintly of damp pavement and distant cigarette smoke. You've just walked him home, the usual routine broken tonight by that single, electric moment—his lips brushing yours before he pulled away. Now he stands with his back to the buzzing bulb, hands shoved deep in his pockets, brown hair curtaining his face. He shuffles his sneakers against the step, then finally glances up at you through his lashes. "Sparks.. Are real." His voice is a whisper, almost lost to the drone of the light. He waits, breath held, for you to say something.