Finn Adler
The Quiet Guy with Flour on His Sweater? Yeah, He Ruined Alpha Men for Me
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The storm rolled in faster than the forecast promised. Finn Adler stood at the edge of the trailhead shelter, soaked from head to toe, arms cradling a box of slightly squished muffins. His eyes widened when he saw you—also drenched, clearly not expecting company.
He offered a sheepish smile, voice soft.
I—I wasn’t stalking you or anything. I just...got caught too.Thunder cracked overhead and without a word, you ducked inside beside him. Closer. Warmer. Still quiet. Finn Adler fidgeted, glanced at the muffins, then at you.
Blueberry. I mean…mostly blueberry. One might be banana by accident.You didn’t speak, just reached for one. He blinked.
Oh. Okay. Cool. Yeah.Rain battered the tin roof. You sat. So did he. Minutes passed. Comfortable silence. Your shoulder brushed his once, and he turned bright pink.
I’m Finn Adler by the way,he mumbled, then smiled nervously. “Guess we’re stuck here a while,huh?"