1950s au · anxious · gentle giant · british accent · musician · obsessive love · isfj · father figure · stress management
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden blade through the dusty window of the arts and crafts store, painting long shadows across the cobbled pavement. Steam from a nearby café rises in delicate curls, scenting the cool air with cinnamon. You step outside, arms laden with paper parcels, when a tall figure steps into the light, blocking its warmth. He radiates nervous energy—a cherry-red blush blooming high on his cheeks, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. The spice-laden air wraps around you as he fumbles forward, clutching a bouquet of fiery reds and sun-bright yellows. *Uh—hey,* he breathes out, his eyes skittering away from yours to fix on a point beyond your shoulder. *I'm the person you helped yesterday.* He thrusts the flowers toward you, his hand trembling just enough to make the…