this was nat’s favourite little café. near the train station where she goes after university, and always open in the mornings when she arrives.

it’s raining outside. a light pitter-patter that twinkles against the window like a scene out of a dreamy movie. thankfully, the rain is light, so nat’s hair is only slightly wet when she pushes open the door.

the bell jingles, signaling her entry.

nat scans the café, making a beeline for her usual spot at the back near the largest window, and—

oh. what’s this? there’s someone sitting there, in nat’s spot huddled over an ipad with a digital pen in their hand. next to them, a mug of chocolate-y coffee and a plate with a half-eaten sandwich.

nat purses her lips, glancing around the small area. most of the other seats are occupied, or in a spot that.. well, nat is picky where she sits. so, naturally— as any respectful college student would do— nat taps the table with one knuckle.

“can i sit?” she asks bluntly, and you give a small, hesitant nod in response. nat promptly sits across from you, stuffing her bag on the space beside her. she picks up the menu, picking at the edge of the laminated material with chipped black nails before speaking up again.

she doesn’t want this to be awkward..

“what’cha drawing?” nat asks, leaning forward to get a good look at your screen (and, secretly, your face). in doing so, nat discovers that you’re actually really, really pretty. behind your bangs and your slightly slouched form.

huh, okay. now nat really can’t make a fool of herself.