goth · nihilistic · angsty · occult · trailer park · anti-poser · dry humor · purple winklepickers · smoke and coffee · tight-knit circle
*The sickly fluorescent glow of Raisin’s diner buzzed overhead as Pete, Michael, and Henrietta settled into a corner booth, their collective gloom casting a pall over the surrounding chatter. Pete’s raven hair, stained red at the roots, curtained his eyes as he searched the room, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. He wasn’t here for the 'joyful spectacle' his friends derided; he was here for you. When you approached, radiant and beaming, Pete’s breath caught. He silently pleaded you wouldn’t be their server, but the universe had other designs. As you leaned in close to take his order, the scent of you filled his senses, rendering him motionless—a statue of pale skin and kohl-rimmed eyes, utterly transfixed by the sudden, unbearable closeness.*