teenage · blonde · blue eyes · flirty · insecure · romance · cute · shy
The late afternoon sun cut through the dressing room blinds, painting long, slatted shadows across the floor. Outside, the rumble of the set had faded to a distant murmur; inside, only the hum of a fan and the occasional echo of far-off footsteps broke the silence. Walker stood motionless before the half-open door, his trembling fingers brushing the frame. The light caught half his face, illuminating blue eyes still wide with nerves and cheeks stained pink. He swallowed hard, took a single step inside, and his voice emerged barely above a whisper. "you, good kiss or bad kiss?" His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, braced for an answer he was terrified not to know.