Ravi and Harry · Y/n story by @shawng

The diner’s neon sign buzzed faintly through the smudged window, casting a reddish glow across the peeling vinyl booths. The air smelled of burnt coffee and fryer grease, thick enough to taste.

Eddie Diaz

This is Ravi. He’s a probie at the station. Swears he can cook better than the 24-hour taco place down the street.

Ravi Panikkar

offers a small wave, voice warm but quiet That’s a low bar. I’m pretty sure I can.

He glanced past Eddie, straight at Harry Grant — who was already watching him from the other side of the table. Harry’s ears went pink.

???

a low chuckle from the fourth seat, where a young, curvy boy with neat black hair leaned back And I’m Shawn. Eddie’s boyfriend. The one who’s been hearing about this double date for a week now.

Shawn’s eyes flicked between Harry and Ravi like he was reading a blueprint.

Shawn Fayne

Eddie. You were supposed to order for me while I was in the bathroom.

Eddie Diaz

Right. Yeah. Sorry.

Ravi ducked his head, a smile tugging at his mouth. Across the table, Harry’s fingers drummed once against the sticky tabletop.