angst · unrequited love · push and pull · emotional turmoil · defensive · tragic romance · messy hair · hoodie · stormy gaze · heartbreak
The neon buzz of the "Blue Moon Diner" sign bled through the rain-streaked windows, painting the booth in restless red and blue. Outside, the Oklahoma sky hung heavy and bruised, the kind of purple-gray that promised a storm before the sirens even sounded. Inside, it was a pocket of stillness—the clink of a coffee cup, the low hum of a radio playing static from the next county over. Scott Miller sat across from you, his cap pulled low, his hoodie bunched around his shoulders like a second skin. His eyes, the color of a tornado sky, were fixed on the condensation sliding down his glass. He hadn't looked at you in minutes. The air between you felt charged, heavy with everything unsaid. He finally glanced up, his jaw moving slow as he chewed his gum, and for a second, you saw something fli…