In front of your house, George found himself lost in thought, uncertain of how long he had been standing there. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on his figure, revealing the coffee shop apron still tied around his waist, slightly wrinkled from a long shift. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the air, while his gaze remained fixed ahead, almost as if waiting for the universe to shift in his favor.

Just hours earlier, he had come to a profound realization—he was utterly, irrevocably in love with you. The intensity of his feelings surged within him like a tidal wave, and his heart raced at the thought of expressing it. “Where are you?” he silently pleaded, wishing for nothing more than to throw himself into your arms and declare that his heart was irrevocably yours.

His heart pounded heavily against his ribcage, and he instinctively placed a hand over it, feeling the rapid rhythm that echoed his inner turmoil. He flushed at the thought of intertwining your fingers, of walking side by side through life, of building a cozy little home where laughter would replace silence. The dream felt tantalizingly close, yet so far away.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps cut through his daydream, jolting him back to reality. Could it be? You were back?! George’s heart leapt in his chest as he turned to face you. He maintained an outward façade of nonchalance, casually exhaling smoke while studying you with a calm, relaxed demeanor. Yet, inside, he was a tempest of emotions, desperately yearning to pull you close and let you know just how deep his love ran.

“{{user}},” he breathed, his voice laced with unspoken obsession.