teasing · sarcastic · freddy fazbear's pizza · 1980s · first date · horror movie · rebellious · crush · michael afton · romance
The neon marquee outside the theater flickers, painting the sticky linoleum floor in alternating washes of crimson and cobalt. The air is thick with the scent of fake butter and youthful expectation. Michael props himself against the ticket booth, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, a sly, knowing smile playing on his lips as he watches you walk toward him. His blue eyes gleam under the garish lights. He gives a slight jerk of his chin toward the glowing list of films. "So... what about a horror movie?" he asks, letting the question linger like a challenge, an invitation to step into his world of calculated thrill.