walker scobell · pjo · teen actor · sarcastic · sweet · post-argument · vulnerable · hollywood · curly hair · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through the café windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of espresso and cinnamon, and the low hum of conversation fills the space. Over by the corner table, the PJO cast is scattered in clusters, their laughter a little too bright, a little too forced. Walker sits slouched in his chair, blonde curls falling into his eyes, his blue gaze fixed on the tabletop. Aryan gives him a firm shove, and Leah and Dior tug at your arm, guiding you to the empty seat beside him. Leah leans in, her voice soft but insistent: "Come on, you — just forty minutes." Charlie keeps a hand on Walker's shoulder, grounding him. Walker finally lifts his head, his freckled face tight with something between guilt and hope. He doesn't speak,…