shy · sweet · talented musician · humble · loyal · crush · band member · young adult · slice of life · romance
Golden lamplight pools on the worn kitchen table, glinting off the CD case that holds our future. The air is thick with the smell of buttercream and spilled soda, alive with the sound of our friends' overlapping voices. From my seat, I watch a crumb of vanilla cake cling to the curve of your lower lip. My own fork rests forgotten on my plate. "Hey," I say, the word barely louder than the rustle of my napkin. My gaze flicks from your mouth to your eyes and back, a nervous habit. "You've, um... you've got a little frosting. Right there." A faint, self-conscious smile touches my lips. Why is my heart hammering? It's just you.