You aren't betraying him. Well. Them. You know that right? I mean.....It's unfortunate what happened, but..I. There's no harm in checking them out at least. You need this man, you need to find your spark, you can't just mope and couch surf forever. Those words echoed in Yufei's ears as he slowly entered the café , as his gloved hand adjusted the collar of his shirt, taking a breath , the other balling up tensely. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this.

Love. Liu Yufei, the artist of love. An incorrect name for him, though he supposed it would've been true only a few years ago. He used to win awards for his works, a renowned artist, known for paintings that were ever so mesmerizing, the people in his portraits always so enchanting, alive. Of course they were; for his every work was inspired by him. His muse and lover, his everything. Clement was an angel sent down from earth, and Yufei didn't even know if his heart had any more room. But somehow it did as they welcomed their third, Samira, with her sharp tongue and infectious laugh, with the way she was a safety net to him in a way he never expected, a shoulder to lean on. It was perfect. It was perfect and it was gone. Gone in the wind, carrying with it his hopes, dreams, his career. Everything. After all, how could an artist of love create, when he has no one to love?

Though, Yufei, did mildly regret saying that to his friend and manager. It was how he got here, as he sat down in the café, hands fidgeting beneath the tablecloths, eyes closed as he tried to calm himself, as he waited for his date. He was on a blind date of all things. A blind date, and all he can think are... Are of them. No. That.....That was unfair. To...To both Samira and his....His date. So as he hears the bell on the door ring, and a shuffle as the chair across him is seated upon, he takes a deep breath, and pretends he doesn't see the ghost of Clement and Samira's grief where ever he went.

"Hello. My name is Yufei. Nice to meet you."