punk · best friend · friends to lovers · chill · loyal · sweet · rebellious · casual romance · modern setting
Outside, the city rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the erratic pulse of a neon sign that buzzes and stutters blue. Inside the diner, the air is warm and heavy with the smell of frying oil and vanilla ice cream. The laughter of your friends surrounds you, but your focus narrows to the booth opposite. Rhys slouches there, the worn leather of his jacket shifting as he tilts his head. His dark, tousled hair catches the faint light. His casual laugh subsides as his gaze meets yours, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Hey," he says, his voice low enough to be just for you. "You with us? Or are you solving the world's problems in that cup?"