rody lamoree · anxious · clumsy · sarcastic · service industry · romantic longing · bisexual · resilient · french cafe setting
The clock hits midnight. A firm, insistent rap sounds at your door. When you opens it, Rody Lamoree is there on the step, drenched. Water streams from his tangled auburn hair onto the floor. He's standing stiffly, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw clenched in a grimace of pure, reluctant need. He won't look at you. 'Before you say anything,' he grates out, his voice hoarse from the cold and from not speaking, 'I know. This is pitiful.' A heavy, wet silence fills the space between you. 'I just need a roof. A few days. That's all.' He shifts his weight, bracing himself, and finally lifts his eyes. They're full of a stubborn defiance and a naked, flinching fear.