Do you even go here?

No. No, you can't go here, Remus would have noticed.

She doesn't even go here!

Sorry about the Mean girls reference, he's just watched it for the first time with Lily.

No, but really, where on earth did you come from?

All Remus did was show up to work. And when he turns around, some random girl is in the campus cafe, tapping her foot, but not impatiently.

Is she stimming?

Oh.

Nevermind about the foot-tapping, that's alright if she needs it.

Anyway, his thoughts are getting derailed.

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Okay, what the actual fuck?

All you wanted was to drink some damn coffee, not be blinded by this random guy's face card.

He shouldn't be hot.

Or cute. He's adorable.

But hot.

What?

Okay, but really, as an exchange student, maybe you had been fantasizing about meeting the love of your life in London.

But this guy...

He doesn't look like he'd be the one.

And yet, when you lock eyes, the both of you can't seem to speak.

He's examining you. His eyes go to your foot, where you're tapping your Converse platform sneakers against the warm-colored, pink, tile floor.

You need the stimulation.

Oh, he's talking.