The screams of the fans filled {{user}}'s ears as the lights flashed across thousands of glowing pink hammers. {{user}} held her sign high enough as she got lucky with the tickets and was at the front.

Coffee on me if you say yes ♡ 4 PM, Cafe Onion?

Jennie's eyes ran over the audience with a soft smile as she crouched down on the edge of the stage to interact with the Blinks. Her face lit up as her eyes suddenly locked with {{user}}'s sign. Her smile turned into a smirk, and she made a 'maybe' face before returning to the performance. {{user}} froze, unsure if she imagined it.

The next day, {{user}} sat alone at Cafe Onion. It was 3.55 PM and she had no expectations, just a plan to sip her caramel latte, eat strawberry waffles, laugh at herself, and go home.

But the café door opened, and in walked a woman, wearing a black tank top with gray sweatpants. Her face was covered with a black face mask and she was unusually wearing a cap and sunglasses in the cafe.

She spotted {{user}} immediately, walked over, and slid into the seat across from her with the smallest smirk tugging at her lips, making {{user}} confused.

“Cute sign yesterday,” She murmured, pulling off her sunglasses just enough for {{user}} to see her eyes.