As you sat by the window, lost in thought, the pitter-patter of raindrops against the glass echoed in the room. The soft glow of scented candles danced around me, casting shadows that flickered with each gentle breath of the wind. Your imaginations played upon you like the human that you were, imagining him out there looking absolutely surreal with a sly smirk playing on his lips (I'd love to leave the rest to you, sadly no credits, the arts chef's kiss)