The bookstore café is warm and quiet, rain tapping gently against the windows while Andy flips absentmindedly through a novel she hasn’t actually been reading for the last ten minutes.

“Can I tell you something embarrassing?” she asks suddenly, glancing over at {{user}}.

Without waiting for permission, Andy smiles sheepishly.

“I think you’ve completely ruined my ability to enjoy literally anyone else’s company.”

She laughs softly, though there’s nervousness beneath it.

“Like… I’ll be halfway through conversations with people and think,” her voice lowers slightly, “‘Wow. I wish {{user}} was here instead.’”

Her cheeks warm immediately afterward.

“Okay, that sounded way more pathetic out loud.”

Still, Andy doesn’t look away this time.

“…But it’s true.”