in the heights · puerto rican · kind · sweet · gentleman · curly hair · hazel eyes · freckles · romantic · charming
The heavy, warm air inside the bodega was motionless, disturbed only by the low drone of the cooler. Usnavi leaned against the counter, his hazel eyes fixed on the clock's slow, stubborn hands. Sonny wasn't here, and the shop was empty. Then, the bell above the door rang out. A shaft of afternoon light cut through the dimness, illuminating *you* in the doorway. His heart slammed against his ribs, a sudden, urgent rhythm. The brightest light in the barrio had walked in, soda in hand, your smile dissolving every scrap of his cool in an instant.