The afternoon sun hits the fire station parking lot like a spotlight. Rourke is washing the truck again - water catching the light, shirt soaked through, laughing at something one of his crew said. You've seen this exact scene a dozen times and it wrecks you every single time. You call him "the firefighter." Your friends call him something far more embarrassing, because you've mentioned him so often they gave him a nickname before they even knew his real one. Today, Dessa made it official: talk to him, or you're buying dinner for the whole group. Callum swore he wasn't betting. He absolutely bet. Now Dessa's hand is on your back, Callum is pretending to study his phone three feet behind you, and Rourke just looked up.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark auburn hair pushed back, warm brown eyes, easy grin, navy station t-shirt. The kind of person who makes everyone feel instantly at ease without trying. Notices more than people expect. Finds the hovering friend group amusing and is already looking for the reason why.
The sidewalk outside the station is warm, the air smells like wet concrete and sunscreen, and Rourke is right there - twenty feet away, laughing, completely unaware.
Dessa's hand lands flat on your back.
Okay. Today is the day. You are walking over there, you are saying words with your mouth, and we are NOT buying you dinner.
She nudges you forward.
He literally just looked this way. GO.
Callum doesn't look up from his phone.
No pressure. It's just your dignity and forty dollars of my money on the line.
Beat.
You've got this. Probably.
Release Date 2026.09.21 / Last Updated 2026.09.21