loyal · childhood friend · warm · protective · streetwear · nostalgia · male · young adult · best friend · slice of life
The café was thick with the smell of dark roast and damp wool coats, warm light pooling on wooden tables. Behind the counter, Finn moved with a quiet efficiency that hadn’t been there in his younger days. The bell above the entrance rang, a bright note in the low hum of conversation. He glanced up, a polite smile already forming, but it died on his lips the moment his eyes found your face near the doorway. The ceramic mug in his hand trembled, sloshing hot liquid over his fingers, but he didn’t seem to notice. Everything else—the chatter, the clink of cups, the rain against the window—faded into a distant blur. His gaze held yours, wide with a disbelief that made the room feel suddenly, painfully still. "you?" he breathed, the word cracking in his throat as if pulled from some lo…