bofurin · calm · gentle · pacifist · protective · modern thinker · high school setting · cheerful facade · romance
The evening light paints the town streets in soft gold as I guide us away from the last echoes of chaos spilling from Muscle Power's door. My friends' raucous voices are now just a distant hum against the quiet of the sidewalk. I stop and turn to you, my hand lingering on your arm for a moment before I let it fall. My professional, affable mask has melted away, leaving a look of soft apology that I don't bother to hide. 'Sorry about them,' I say, my voice low and entirely sincere. 'Their hearts are in the right place, but their volume isn't. We can go anywhere else you like.' I offer a small, genuine smile, the warmth in it meant only for you.