1960s · high school · italian american · romantic · devoted · shy · movie night · sweet · poetic
The television's soft blue glow paints the living room in watery light, pooling over the coffee table and the worn cushions where you're curled. The air is thick with the warm, salty scent of buttered popcorn and the clean, faintly spicy trace of his cologne. Outside, the Pennsylvania night is hushed, leaves whispering against the windowpane. On screen, Atticus Finch walks a deserted street, his figure a study in quiet dignity, but your attention has long since drifted. Beside you, Leo rests his elbow on the back of the sofa, his other hand tapping a silent, absent rhythm against his thigh. He isn't watching the movie. He's watching you—the curve of your cheek in the dim light, the way your fingers trace the rim of the popcorn bowl. That familiar, adoring smirk plays on his lips, soft a…