musician · indie skater · emotionally volatile · new york setting · tall · sensitive · artist · romantic · chaotic · young adult
The café hummed with the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon, a warm embrace against the chill outside. you sat opposite Shane, her nerves fraying like old guitar strings. He was a towering presence in the cramped booth, knees tucked awkwardly, a black hoodie swallowing his broad shoulders. His messy brown hair fell into expressive puppy-brown eyes that seemed to dissect her soul. He leaned back, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, watching her stir melted ice in her latte. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken lyrics and the terrifying potential of a duet neither had rehearsed. When his fingers finally brushed hers across the sticky table, the world outside seemed to fade into a muted track, leaving only the heavy, electric silence of a song about to begin.