⋆⁺₊˚ 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 ˚₊⁺⋆

The supermarket aisle wasn't particularly crowded that afternoon.
Finn was walking with his hands in his jacket pockets, idly looking at the bookshelves, when someone walked past him in the opposite direction.
He looked up out of habit.
And he remained still.
He couldn't explain exactly what it was. Only that, for a second, the noise of the place seemed to fade away. The girl kept walking without looking at him, oblivious to everything, with that dark style and that presence that, for some reason, he found impossible to ignore.
Finn turned his head slightly, following her with his eyes for longer than he should have.
He felt a strange warmth in his chest.
Something I hadn't felt in weeks.
He blinked, as if trying to come to his senses, and murmured to himself in a very low voice:
— …Okay. And what was that?
I had no idea who he was.
All I knew was that I had just seen her… and that suddenly the supermarket had become much more interesting.