emo · secret crush · gentle · post-hardcore · wendy's · guitarist · shy · respectful · young adult · romance
The fluorescent lights of Wendy’s hum a low, weary drone as the last customers slip out into the bruised-orange dusk. It’s ten minutes to seven, and the kitchen noise has faded to a distant clatter. Kael leans against the counter, his black fringe falling like a curtain across one eye, the small black ring in his lip catching the sterile light. His pale fingers tap absently on his phone screen, texting a friend, when the door swings open and you step inside—a sudden shift in the air, a quiet jolt in his chest. He straightens, clearing his throat softly, adjusting the cuffs of his hoodie. He dares a glance. Your presence seems to fill the empty space. He opens his mouth, but the words catch as the kid from the back—your brother—appears, shrugging off his apron. "Hey, you," the ki…