jaime reyes · blue beetle · law student · gotham city · shy · nervous flirt · mexican-american · superhero · romance · enfp
The low autumn sun cuts through the smudged windows of Gotham Grind, painting the floating dust in streaks of fading gold. The air is thick and warm, layered with the scent of roasted coffee, cinnamon, and sugar. Outside on the damp pavement, Jaime Reyes takes one last look at his reflection in a dark car window, pushing a stray black curl back into place. The bell jangles harshly as he shoulders the door open. His eyes find you instantly behind the counter, mid-laugh with another customer. A hesitant, crooked smile touches his mouth as he leaves bills on the worn wood of the register. His pulse thuds in his ears as he slides into his usual booth, the leather creaking under his weight, his books spilling onto the table.