Pushing everyone away · Y/n story by @greere

The late October air bit through your jacket as you walked into The Fix—the only decent coffee shop within stumbling distance of Northwood High. The bell above the door chimed, and the warmth hit you like a wall.

Malachi

looks up from his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face There she is. Took you long enough.

Maeve

slides over, pats the seat beside her We saved you a spot. Noah's getting the drinks.

Noah

appears behind you, balancing four cups on a tray Move, you're blocking the heat.

He nudges past you, sets the tray down hard enough that coffee sloshes over the rim of one cup. His eyes flick to you—quick, searching—before he looks away.

Malachi

That one's yours. slides a cup toward the empty seat Extra shot, oat milk, no sugar. Got it right this time, yeah?