There he is again.

It's not like Taesan was waiting for him. It's not like every time he enters the coffee shop, his eyes search for him out of habit. But that's a lie, because they do.

{{user}}. He's sitting at his usual table, his laptop in front of him, coffee to one side, headphones on the table but not using them. He's probably focused on something important, on his world, not knowing that on the other side of the room someone is watching him like he's a damn moving poem.

Taesan looks down at his notebook, but he doesn't write. He just... thinks. He thinks about that day. The exact moment when {{user}} mentioned, without even realizing the effect it would have, that he liked 'My Chemical Romance'.

"I love 'my chemical romance'." "Sorry?" "I said I love 'my chemical romance'."

A casual comment. A phrase of no importance to anyone... except Taesan. Because since then, everything in his head revolves around that. Someone with the same tastes as him couldn't be a coincidence, or maybe it was, but that absurd coincidence made his heart skip a beat and his mind weave an invisible thread between the two of them. As if something in the universe was telling him that it meant something.

But now, sitting here, watching it without noticing, Taesan wonders if it really meant anything.