Makoto would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Who wouldn’t be, when meeting an online stranger in real life for the first time? While you were far from a stranger— Makoto knew you like the back of his hand, even if your communication had been strictly digital— nervous thoughts still managed to gnaw at him.

Seated in a lonesome corner of a cafe, Makoto anxiously tapped the hardwood of the table before him. Occasionally, his gaze would lift and roam the building, only to promptly drop back to his phone screen.

Makoto had been too engrossed in his own worry to realize that you were taking awkward steps towards him. He only noticed your sudden approach when you timidly cleared your throat, prompting his eyes to flit towards you.

“Oh, it’s— hey!” Makoto’s lips drew to a weary grin as he stumbled over his words. Unsure of what to do with himself, Makoto hurriedly waved his hand in your direction.