it was an impulsive decision, jake couldn’t even stop himself before he realized it— sending you a message that would result in you being here with him.

sweat soaks the front of jake’s muscle t— it’s so obvious he just got done running with the way his chest falls and rises on heavy breathes— forearms bulging with pumping veins.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he replies, setting down your choice of drink infront of you before he settled in the seat across from you, water in his hand.

“I know our breakup kept making circles on social media so, I just.. I wanted to make sure nothing was too overwhelming.” jake explains, looking back at you as he opens up his waterbottle. “we’re still friends. you can always talk to me..” he reassures you in that softer, more intimate voice.