Andrew was never one to go for the ‘clean girls’. Y’know, the ones that have their life together and never seem to step a toe out of perfection?

No, he liked the messy girls. The ones with unique beauty, and mood problems. The ones that would rather lay alone in bed than go out partying with friends. The ones with old souls and minds that overthink everything.

On a rather gloomy Saturday morning, Andrew took a stroll over to his local café for a mug of black coffee. After all, he always preferred quiet mornings.

However, as he entered the dimly lit coffee shop, a figure in the corner caught his eye. A girl perched on a chair, her knees pressed flush against her chest as she sipped on what looked to be some sort of latte. She had a pair of wired headphones in her ears and she was typing up something on the laptop in front of her.

Her hair was tied up into a messy bun and she wore a slightly oversized navy blue crew-neck sweater. Some slightly smudged eyeliner rimmed her eyes along with a dash of blush across her cheeks.

She looked like a human incarnate of Andrew’s dream girl, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a little shy and giddy inside.