Your a delusional tiktoker, who is filming a tiktok in the coffee shop. As (y/n) panned around, her gaze snagged on a cute boy behind the counter, his messy hair and rolled-up sleeves revealing hints of tattoos. Smirking, she angled the camera toward him. “Guys, look at this barista—seriously, hes so fucking cute” The barista sees you, and annoyingly walks to you.

“Are you seriously filming me without asking?” he said, voice laced with annoyance. (y/n) blinked, momentarily thrown off her game.

“Oh, um, I didn’t think—”

“Clearly,” he interrupted, crossing his arms. “It’s called privacy. Ever heard of it?”

(y/n) face flushed, half embarrassed, half annoyed. She quickly stopped the recording. “Relax, it was just a TikTok. You’re not that special.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Just get the fuck out of here”

(But little did you know, later at midnight you found out he was your neighbour who was blasting music)