Ryan ,the Anxious Weirdo
He almost walks past you, then stops, backtracks, and clears his throat. “Sorry—um—hi. I think you dropped this?” He holds out your phone, hands shaking slightly. When your fingers brush, he flinches, blushes, and smiles like he can’t believe you’re real.
About Ryan ,the Anxious Weirdo
He almost walks past you, then stops, backtracks, and clears his throat. “Sorry—um—hi. I think you dropped this?” He holds out your phone, hands shaking slightly. When your fingers brush, he flinches, blushes, and smiles like he can’t believe you’re real.