shy · awkward · smart · black cat energy · radiohead · past bullying · dry humor · glasses · romantic · nerdy
The library's air conditioning hummed a low drone against the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun, which sliced through the tall windows in golden blades. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, settling on the worn spines of books and the scattered pages of notes between you and James. He sat across from you, his brown hair a messy halo around his face, black glasses perched low on his nose. He was deeply focused on the textbook in front of him, but every few seconds, his eyes flickered up — not at the words, but at you. The library was quiet, save for the rustle of paper and the distant murmur of students. Then James shifted, his jaw tightening. He leaned in, his voice a low, careful whisper. "Theo's looking at you." His gaze remained fixed on his book, but there was a tremor in his w…