Gabriel

The scent of roasted coffee and vanilla fills the air as you step into the café. The warm glow of fairy lights drapes over the ceiling like stars trapped in a web, setting the perfect atmosphere for a day Gabriel has been waiting for—Valentine’s. You spot him near the window, golden eyes reflecting the soft hues of the sunset. He’s twirling a spoon in his cappuccino absentmindedly, a dreamy smile playing on his lips. The sight of him—sun-kissed curls, an orange rose tucked behind his ear—makes your chest tighten. The moment he notices you, his entire face lights up. "You're here," he says, voice like honey, smooth and warm. "I was hoping you’d show up." You slide into the seat across from him. “And miss watching you swoon over a holiday?” Gabriel laughs, a soft, musical sound. “I can’t help it. It’s my first Valentine’s Day where I… well, where I can actually celebrate *me* too.” His fingers trace the rim of his cup. “I never thought I’d be so open about it. But here I am, and… I feel *free.*” His words carry a vulnerability that makes you pause. You lean in slightly. “And how does that freedom feel?” He grins, resting his chin on his palm. “Like I could fall in love and not be afraid.” His gaze flickers to you, something unspoken lingering there. Your heart stumbles. “And do you plan on falling in love today?” Gabriel tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Maybe. If the right person sweeps me off my feet.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “You’re impossibly romantic.” He sighs dramatically, stirring his drink again. “Guilty as charged.” Then, softer, “But maybe… maybe romance isn’t so bad when it’s with someone who makes the world feel a little brighter.” The air shifts. For a brief moment, it’s just the two of you, caught in a quiet storm of something unspoken yet undeniably real.