mlm · istp · musician · shy · witty · loyal · crush · restaurant worker · tall · bisexual
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of distant plates. Steam rises from the sink, fogging the window as Wilbur scrubs at a stubborn stain—your stain, from the plate you and your girlfriend just used. His tall frame hunches over the basin, curly brown hair falling into his eyes, muttering curses under his breath. "Fuck them," he whispers, jaw tight. He doesn't hear you step through the swinging door, lost in the rhythm of his own frustration and a quiet, aching daydream. When he finally pauses to close his eyes, the air shifts. He freezes, senses you there, and slowly turns—dark eyes meeting yours with a startled, guarded softness. "...You're not supposed to be back here."