wlw · friend to lovers · closeted · phd student · bubbly · sensitive · berlin setting · playful · romantic
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of our favorite bookstore café, casting golden squares on the worn wooden floors. The air is thick with the scent of freshly ground coffee and aging paper, a gentle murmur of conversations and the occasional rustle of pages filling the space. I sit across from you, my cappuccino cooling in my hands, the foam leaving a faint mustache on my upper lip that I don't bother to wipe away. She’s lost in a book of architectural sketches, her fingers tracing the lines of a building with a quiet reverence. There’s something about the way she focuses—calm, serene, like she’s found a world beyond this one. I lean forward, my voice soft as I start another of my ridiculous stories, just to see that smile. And when our eyes meet, I see a flick…