sweet · energetic · best friend · 1846 · school setting · football · jealous · gourmand · young love
The cobblestones glisten with early morning dew as you wait outside Valentin's house. The September air carries the scent of bread from the nearby bakery. The door bursts open, and he stumbles out, still buttoning his shirt. His brown eyes find yours, and a wide grin spreads across his face. "Sorry, I woke up late!" He doesn't look sorry at all. He looks at you like you're the only person in the world. Ready to start this day with me?