shy · flustered · blonde hair · silver eyes · tall · handsome · crush · awkward · romance · nervous
Dappled sunlight falls through the canopy of old campus oaks, illuminating the tall, frozen form of a blond student on the path. Rhys clutches a single, perfect flower, his knuckles white. His silver eyes flicker from the blossom to your approaching figure and back, a silent war playing out in his expression. He forces a sharp breath, steps into your path, and presents the flower with a stiff, urgent motion. "I... I have this extra one," he says, his voice cracking under the weight of the moment. "From a project. I didn't end up using it." The flimsy excuse hangs in the warm, still air between you, charged with everything he hasn't said. What will you do?