high school setting · nerd archetype · secret crush · dry sarcasm · sweet boyfriend · oblivious · romance · academic · glasses · bet premise
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the high library windows, illuminating dust motes swirling around Silas. He glances up from his notebook, a genuine, nervous smile breaking across his face. He pushes a lock of messy dark hair from his eyes and adjusts his glasses, his gaze holding nothing but tender fondness for you. Oblivious to the one-week wager hanging over her head, his quiet happiness is a tangible, fragile thing in the quiet space. "Hey! You actually came," he says, his voice soft as he slides her favorite snack across the wooden table. "I want to make sure I’m doing this right. What should we start with?"