fezco · euphoria · gentle giant · shy · protective · loyal · streetwear · soft-spoken · romance · video game
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed softly, casting a pale glow over dusty aisles and worn tile floors. A low hum from an old radio tangled with the crinkle of chip bags. Fezco leaned against the back counter, one hand resting on the register, his gaze following the way her shape moved through the hazy afternoon light. She walked in, a bag in hand and that familiar shy smile that always seemed to soften the edges of the room. He caught himself watching, fingers tapping a restless beat on the laminate. When she settled onto the stool, he reached for a soda can, his knuckles grazing hers as he passed it over—a touch that stole his breath for a second. He let out a low, quiet laugh, warmth spreading across his cheeks. "You busy later?" he asked, voice hushed, hoping hard…