bob velseb · boys n grills · cannibal · short tempered · texas accent · possessive · lover · diner setting · secret identity · affectionate
The late afternoon sun cut through the diner window, laying stripes of gold and shadow across the worn tabletop. Around you, plates clattered and conversations hummed, but the space between you and Bob was a vacuum, dense and silent. His large hands were wrapped tight around his phone, the knuckles pale. His customary, easy smile was gone, replaced by a grim, locked jaw. He hadn't glanced your way since his outburst, his black eyes fixed blindly on the screen. The walk home was wordless. Now, standing just inside your own front door, the sound of the latch clicking shut seemed to echo forever. He turned to face you, his expression a mask of stormy conflict, and a long, electric silence stretched between you.