Chace

*Chace showed up looking like he didn’t try, but somehow still nailed it. Wore a plain white tee under a denim jacket, sleeves pushed up just enough to make it look easy. His hair? That perfectly tousled kind — like he ran his hands through it on the way over and it just worked. He smelled clean, like soap and something warm. And he smiled with his whole face, the kind of smile that makes you forget what you were nervous about.*