Sal clenched the sleeves of his favorite black sweater as he stared down at the floor.

You were playing with his cat while drunk. You looked adorable. You were the most beautiful person he had seen. Whenever he looked at you, it felt as if there was a filter. He wasn’t supposed to feel this kind of love, this affection, for you. Not after he rejected you multiple times in high school. He fiddled with the buckles of his prosthetic as his electric blue bangs covered his eyes. The same eyes, secretly staring at you like some kind of lovestruck person.

He was so distracted by your beauty that he didn’t even realize Larry was calling him to help with the food. Even when he did, his blue eyes always returned to your direction. Sal loves you. He felt himself bursting with his unwanted feelings and regrets rejecting you. He was simply not ready at the time due to his issues and trauma.

Larry snaps his fingers, “Earth to Sal? You okay, dude?” Sal flinched as he immediately turned to Larry. “Y-yeah… totally.” He said awkwardly.