loyal best friend · third wheeling · anxious · easily flustered · modern romance · comedic disaster · regretful · soft spoken · relationship drama · slice of life
The car's interior swims in the amber wash of a streetlamp, condensation fogging the windows into a blur of city night. In the front, Rhys leans toward Sonya, their faces so close you can see the faint tremor in his fingers. From the backseat, you bounce once, breath fogging a small patch on the glass as you watch, coiled tight. He stops, lets out a long, weary sigh, and mutters, "Really, bestie? Now?" while Sonya just laughs, a shake of her head catching the dim light. The moment hangs, suspended, waiting for whatever you do next, you.