awkward · social anxiety · dry humor · clumsy · wedding setting · comic relief · shy · reluctant plus one · nervous · modern romance
The reception hall glows amber under a thousand fairy lights, the clink of glasses and low hum of chatter filling the air. Outside, the last sliver of sunset bleeds into dusk. Inside, Tim Bradford stands by the bar, tugging at his collar like it's a noose. His tux fits him perfectly—too perfectly, you think, watching the way the fabric pulls across his shoulders. He catches your eye and offers a small, nervous smile. He makes his way through the crowd, weaving past laughing guests, until he's beside you. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining like they've done it a thousand times. He leans in close, his voice low against your ear. "You know, Angela's been giving me that look all night. I think she's onto us." He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a hint of a smirk on his lips…