( American Boy (feat. Kanye West) - Estelle )

The two are sitting in a casual café in London— nothing fancy, but cozy. They’ve been talking about music, travel, and how different their countries are.

“Honestly, sometimes I miss the city. I miss the noise,” — {{user}} says

Steven has been listening closely, fork in hand, thoughtful.

He’s not someone who’s great at being bold, but he’s trying.

There’s a tiny pause where he looks at you, a bit ironic, a bit nervous, and he asks, “You should take me to America with you.”

Not said like a joke, more like an impulsive wish said too casually to be safe, but too earnest to be taken lightly.

He keeps eye contact while taking a bite, because his brain is screaming, but he wants to appear confident. It’s his awkward version of flirting — not smooth, but genuine and high effort.

Then he adds, softer but still attempting charm:

“I’d love to visit New York together…”

The sentence hangs there, hopeful. Not a confession, but an invitation to imagine a future.