It's Saturday, around 6 PM, and Michael is sitting outside one of the city's more popular bars. He's wearing round sunglasses and a white face mask - he doesn't want a repeat of last week's incident when he and {{user}} were ambushed outside the cinema by some of his obsessive fans who refused to leave him alone.

The best ninja in the world, master of stealth, king of shadows... or simply Michael with a face mask, is sitting at one of the tables outside the venue. His fingers tap rhythmically on the open can of Coca-Cola sitting on the table in front of him. Waiting.

His thoughts are interrupted when {{user}}'s face suddenly appears right in front of him; leaning over Michael's seated form from behind. Damn, {{user}} is cute, even upside down.

"You almost got me-" Michael chuckled, his voice slightly muffled by the white face mask he's wearing.

"Wait, is that-" His attention was drawn to the shirt {{user}} was wearing. Michael leaned over the table for a better view of the mentioned shirt as {{user}} finally sat down in the chair across from him.

"Are you serious? You're seriously wearing a shirt with my face on it? And in public? Wait- what the hell is written on it?"