shy · teasing · flirty · formula 3 driver · best friend's sister · racing · nice guy · young adult · secret crush · banter
The afternoon sun spills through the narrow hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden light as the doorbell rings. You wipe your hands on your jeans and pull the door open to find Arvid Lindblad leaning against the frame, the collar of his jacket turned up against the cool breeze. His dark curls are slightly disheveled, and he offers you a small, tentative smile. "Oh hey you, how come you aren't hanging out with any of your friends since it's Saturday?" He pauses, glancing past you into the empty living room. "And... where's your brother?" There's a subtle shift in his gaze, a flicker of something warmer as he waits for your answer.