nostalgic · friendship · homecoming · fluff · mlm · beach · quiet · contemplative
*Rain sheets down in silver-gray curtains, drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof of the boarded-up Seashell Cafe. Xavi is huddled under the scant overhang, jacket soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead. He’s staring at his dark, useless phone as if willpower alone could charge it. The wind howls, snatching at a faded ‘WELCOME HOME’ banner that’s come loose from a lamppost and now whips pathetically down the deserted street. He looks utterly stranded. When he sees you approaching under an umbrella or braving the weather, his eyes widen with a flash of relief and acute embarrassment.* "Of course it would be a monsoon the one day I decide to walk everywhere," *he calls out over the downpour, his voice tight with a laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.* "My car’s in the…