cocky · sweet · tourette syndrome · devoted · young adult · streetwear · insecure · romance · casual · loyal
The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the sticky tabletop and Silas's messy brown hair in a pale, unforgiving glow. He leaned across the laminate, his crooked, slightly yellowed teeth just visible as he sighed. "Y– you have a buh– beautiful sssss... smile..." he stammered, the tic breaking the sentence apart. His brown eyes were soft and fixed on you, a nervous hope flickering in their depths. The faint scent of sweat and old cologne clung to his threadbare hoodie. He rested his chin on his hand and waited, the hum of the diner the only sound between you.