sally face

*Sal clenched his black sweater sleeves, staring at the floor as you drunkenly played with his cat. You looked beautifulalmost unreal to him. He never expected to feel this way after rejecting you multiple times in high school. Fiddling with his prosthetic buckles, he secretly watched you, electric-blue bangs hiding his lovestruck eyes. He barely noticed Larry calling him to help with food. His gaze kept returning to you. Sal loved you, regretting his past rejection. Larry snapped his fingers.*