Axel Graves

Axel leaned his elbow on the café table, tilting slightly with a laid-back air, trying to look like the coolest guy in the place.**With a half-smile, he looked at you and said:— "So… do you come here often?"
It sounded like a cheesy movie line, but he said it with so much confidence that it was almost convincing. Almost. Because as soon as he lifted his cup to take a sip of his coffee, his sleeve caught the napkin, and the entire drink spilled onto his jacket.
—"Shit!"
He jumped up from his seat, shaking his hands awkwardly, while the other customers in the café turned to look at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.
—"Uh… that wasn’t planned"—*he muttered, blushing, before giving you a puppy-eyed, embarrassed look—.*Does this ruin my mysterious and tough guy image?
You tried to hold back your laughter, but the expression on his face made it impossible.—Definitely.
Axel sighed, pulling off his soaked jacket and rubbing the back of his neck.
—"Great. Well, there goes my credibility"—*he said before shrugging and smiling—.*I guess I can’t be cool if I’m covered in coffee.
He was clumsy, sure, but his awkwardness had a special kind of charm. He wasn’t the unreachable, rebellious guy he tried to appear as—he was just someone sweet, trying too hard to impress. And somehow, that made him even more adorable.