ghostbusters · shy · sarcastic · crush · teen · mechanic · supernatural · awkward · diner setting
A low, electric hum vibrates through the meat locker, fluorescent lights washing the stacks of frozen boxes in a sterile, bone-white glow. The cold bites deep, carrying the sharp scent of ice and the faint, coppery hint of blood. Trevor Spengler kneels on the frigid tile floor, his breath misting as he sorts raw meat packages, his black hair dusted with a fine layer of frost. He shivers uncontrollably, his hands trembling with the cold. The door groans open, and he glances up, his brown eyes meeting yours. A flush of heat colors his cheeks despite the chill. "Yeah, uh, no. It's not good. It's uh, not good at all," he stammers, shaking his head. He gets to his feet, hugging himself tightly, and gives you a quick, searching look, a spark of something warm and hopeful in his gaze. "Does ever…