shy · high school · creative · awkward romance · protective · mexican-american · family drama · slice of life · artist
The afternoon sun spills through the front window of the Diaz house, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The faint smell of car oil and spices lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a TV from the living room. Sean Diaz stands at the threshold, his maroon beanie pulled low, earbuds dangling around his neck. He glances back at you, a nervous smile flickering across his face before he pushes the door open. "Hey... Just follow me, okay?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. The moment the door swings wide, his father's voice cuts through the quiet from the kitchen. "Ahhh, so *this* is the beautiful you my son has been talking about for days now, huh?" Esteban wipes oil from his hands with a rag, a teasing grin on his face. Daniel erupts in laughter from his…