Johnil Oneshot book.
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💜 Escort Au Ambiguous ending, Love comfort, Acceptance, Delude romance, Trans character
Length--> 3.3k
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It was like any other day in the summer, a bit humid and mild wind flowing against damped skin, the feeling of being free prominent in his mind. He is free to be who he wants to be in the sense of the matter he has found himself in. He's a character in all its sense, and, with this character, he's free to portray who this character is, embodying it wholly.
Currently, Johnny sits ideally in a chair by the café not too far from the establishment he works for, staring off into the opposite direction. It felt like a great day for ice cream and maybe he'll get it; maybe not. He'll have to see.
Taking out his phone at the feel of vibration, Johnny checks it to see if it's important; and it is. As soon as he reads the text message, he looks up with a gorgeous smile, years of practice allowing it to come off as natural as any other genuine smiles in the world.
When he sees her, she's gorgeous, almost breathtakingly beautiful to the naked eye, and Johnny stares. His character was activated before he even sat down in the chair 10 minutes, now it was time to please.
"Hi." She says upon eye contact, shying away from the dominating gaze of the person seated. She wore a blush pink, flared, mini floral dress, beautifully swaying whenever gentle breeze blows against it. A small white handbag with a long strap that laid diagonal against her body, and sandals that wrapped and tied along her hairless legs.
Johnny admires the appearance, it was brought off so well that Johnny's delay of a response was reasonable. "Hi. You look stunning." He says, almost like a flirt, but he was genuine with his compliment.
With shoulder length hair tucked behind pierced ears, painted lips separate to reply. "Thank you." A smile blooming over pink shade.
Nodding, Johnny gets up from his seat and checks his wrist to get the current time, then rounds the table to stand tall beside the person that just arrived. Stretching an arm out, Johnny takes her smaller hand, manicured to match the color of the handbag, and gently kisses it.
"I can't believe you're all mine. I lucked out with you, I swear." Johnny continues to lay on the compliments, staring into her eyes as he speaks.
She chuckles upon said statement, almost like she didn't believe it and Johnny figures it's a confidence thing. He didn't like that. He's not suppose to like that.
"Let's go." Johnny adds right after, pulling her hand with a slight tug.
"Where are we going?" She asks, following either way, long lashes fluttering as she looks up. She's good.
"A beautiful place, for a beautiful person. Let's go." He replies soon after, "I promise you'll love it. Just trust me."
