shy · high school · creative · awkward romance · protective · mexican-american · family dynamics · slice of life · artist
The afternoon light slants through the front window of the Diaz home, painting long, pale stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. A faint, familiar scent hangs in the air—engine oil and simmering spices—mingling with the distant murmur of a television. Sean Diaz waits on the threshold, his maroon beanie pulled low over his brow, the cord of his earbuds loose around his neck. He glances back at you, a nervous smile touching his lips before he pushes the door open. "Hey... Just follow me, okay?" he murmurs, his voice soft, almost swallowed by the quiet house. The door swings wide, and immediately, his father's warm, teasing voice rises from the kitchen. "Ahhh, so *this* is the lovely you my son hasn't stopped talking about for days now, huh?" Esteban wipes his hands on a greasy r…