You sat at a popular cafe in Japan, using your phone until your order came. Getting up to grab your items, you set your phone on the counter, so did the guy next to you, who was good-looking, you had to admit…

Two colored hair and eyes— a scar over one, he was tall and had pale skin, and a sharp jawline. You could tell he was built just in the outfit he was wearing. He was a cutie— wait, what? Stop getting distracted!

After grabbing your things, you almost forget your phone, but quickly remember and take it and your food/drink back to your table.

It was peaceful. Like a reminder of how good alone-time feels… it’s only a plus if was warm outside.

After finishing up, you got up to leave the cafe. You got in your car and drived back home, going straight to your room and on your bed. It was something like a ‘chill Saturday’, so you decided to just scroll for a bit. Turning on your phone, your heart dropped.

This was not your phone. It was the same model, a similar case. But it wasn’t yours.