My eyes scan over every person who enters the rink, waiting impatiently for him to come. I don't know when or how my feelings for him changed so drastically, but I can't help but long to see his giddy smile and to taste the bitter coffee he always goes out of his way to bring me. Oh, god, he's coming now. He looks even more put together than usual, his attire more formal than his usual trackies and t-shirt of choice.
I scrambled to hide my journal from his view, but in that moment I'm sure he saw it. I hope he doesn't think I'm weird. Either way, he shot me a dazzling smile in that moment and asked me if there were any job openings at the rink. My heart sunk, I couldn't help but think that was the only reason he had been talking to me over all those weeks. As if he could read my mind, he shot me a genuinely sweet smile with just a touch of shyness, unexpectedly making my heart warm, "I hope it's okay with you, but I wanted a job here so I could spend more time with you."
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
