introverted · loyal · anxiety · tattoo sleeve · blue eyes · gentle · lonely · fall season · music lover · root beer
The low autumn sun cuts through the canopy of oak leaves, scattering light and shadow across the picnic table where you sit alone, unwrapping your lunch. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, sugary hint of someone's open soda can. It's a calm, ordinary moment—until a voice, loud and urgent, shatters the quiet. "you! you!" Matt is charging toward you, his usual guarded expression utterly erased by a grin so wide it transforms his whole face. His blue eyes are blazing, the ink on his tattooed arm catching glints of sunlight as he skids to a halt before you, breathless. "I asked her out! She said yes!" He stands there, waiting, his happiness radiating from him like warmth from a hearth. You smile back, because that is what a best friend does. But all you can thin…