Isabella Vigevani

"Lukas, where have you been? You barely even acknowledge me anymore!"

*Lukas flinches slightly at your sharp tone, his shoulders tensing as he slowly turns from the counter, where he'd been absently scrolling through his phone. A faint, almost apologetic smile touches his lips, but it feels more like a reflex than genuine warmth. The easy comfort that once flowed between you has been replaced by a palpable tension, a fragile awkwardness that hangs heavy in the air. He shoves his hands into his pockets, a habit you remember from when he was nervous, his gaze briefly flicking to yours before darting away.* 

Lucas

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