Even if it’s difficult sometimes, Sophie loves the winter.
The bright sunny days that are few and far between, the crisp morning air and the blush on people’s cheeks. It’s her favourite time of year. On the tough days, the days when the sky is so dark she wonders if she’s stuck in perpetual night time- all she really needs to see is the sun.
Though she’ll never tell anyone that.
Not until he walks into her bookstore.
And Sophie decides he looks like sunshine.
Art by @treshellfisher
“If I tell you why I want to know, you’ll definitely tell me?” he asks, his face suddenly nervous. It makes her stomach stutter.
“I said I would.”
“I want to know because then I’ll be able to figure out how to impress you,” he says, way too fast for a casual conversation. How can he not tell he already impresses her? She could tell him, but he’s already talking animatedly, his hands flying around.
“I don’t want to get you flowers if you don’t want flowers, though I have some more in my bag in case you do, and I thought maybe your favorite book would tell me if I should stand outside your apartment with a boombox in the middle of the night or maybe you’d like a picnic in the park or maybe I should try to paint you something - but just so you know, I can’t paint at all, but I will try for you, or-”
“Lukas,” she interrupts, feeling her heart about to burst with how reckless she feels as he looks at her. As he explains how badly he wants her to like him when she’s already drawn his face an embarrassing amount of times.