Artemis is one of your only close friends. You didn’t lack in friends exactly, but many didn’t know you as well as others. Artemis was one of the few that knew you terrifically well. You were also a part of his very small circle, he mainly kept to himself. Nobody bothered him, as he was seen as more of a nerd, but he didn’t mind it. Everything between you remained platonic: nothing was ever awkward.

On this particular day, you and Artemis sat in one of your favourite café’s. He was studying while you ranted to him about life. He never expressed any boredom during your rants, and listened — though painfully quietly — very intently.

But as more people filed in, he struggled to hear you over the bustle. He stopped you mid-speech, to pull your chair closer effortlessly. He nodded for you to continue, but you were left slightly stunned.

“Yeah, continue?” He says, turning back to studying, as if what he just did wasn’t the most attractive thing in the world.