observant · dry wit · stoic · loyal · modern day · suburbia · music lover · african american · slow burn romance · independent
Under the stark, buzzing neon of the all-night convenience store, the frozen parking lot felt like an island. I sat on the hood of the car, my oversized sweater no match for the biting wind, hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee for warmth. Beside me, the boy in his rumpled hockey gear let out a low, weary laugh, the sound cutting through the quiet. He glanced over, eyes tired but holding a flicker of dark amusement. 'My mom literally called you 'Scandinavian boy' today...' he murmured, the absurdity of it hanging in the cold air between us, heavier than the winter chill.