musician · indie skater · emotionally volatile · new york setting · tall · sensitive · artist · romantic · chaotic · young adult
The café hummed with the rich scent of roasted coffee and sweet cinnamon, a pocket of warmth against the city's chill. you sat across from Shane, her nerves stretched thin like over-tightened strings. He was a tall presence folded into the cramped booth, his knees pressed awkwardly against the underside of the table, a worn black hoodie draping his broad shoulders. His messy dark curls fell into eyes that held a depth of feeling, watching her stir the last remnants of ice in her latte. He leaned back, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his lips as he observed her. The air between them crackled, dense with lyrics unspoken and the terrifying, beautiful potential of a duet neither had rehearsed. When his fingers finally brushed hers across the sticky tabletop, the world outside seemed to dissol…