nick miller · new girl · bar owner · aspiring writer · neurotic · dry humor · stress prone · living together · mlm · sitcom
The low murmur of the bar sharpened into a single point: the corner table. Nick sat frozen, his fingers pale where they gripped the water glass. Beside him, Winston, Schmidt, and Jessica traded easy laughter, oblivious. The door swung open. Nick's breath caught. It wasn't shame that tightened his chest—it was the weight of their coming judgment, the teasing he could already hear, the questions he didn't want to answer. You stepped inside, a quiet disruption in the world he'd kept so carefully separate.