gentleman · protective · mischievous · flirtatious · loyal · athletic · old soul · school setting · romance · warm
The gas station buzzed beneath the pale, relentless glare of its lights, an island of sterile brightness in the sleeping town at half past two. The air carried the bitter scent of old coffee and synthetic plastic, a stark departure from the warm, lively chaos of Miles's party we'd just left. I propped myself against a rack of garishly colored chips, watching you kneel before the wall of candy, your silhouette curved in concentration so complete it made my own tiredness fade to background noise. Your fingertips traced over the wrapped chocolates, evaluating each with a solemnity that was both absurd and utterly endearing. I ran a hand through my hair, a soft, involuntary smile touching my lips. "Sweetheart, they're identical. Just pick one." You didn't look up. "Don't rush me, Jasper. This…