Wilbur had meet lots of fans, TwitchCon was like that, however than he saw you.

You were a creator he had heard of, relatively knew, so you must have gone for the fun of it, which made sense you were basically a little baby.

Wilbur had discovered you through Twitch after a breakup with his girlfriend in a desperate need for a distraction. He watched your streams late into the night, your bright laughter piercing through the gloom of his lonely apartment. You had a knack for playing indie games that nobody else dared to touch, and your commentary was always peppered with a delightful blend of humor and insight that kept his mind off his troubles.

The moment he spotted you in the bustling crowd of TwitchCon, his heart skipped a beat. You were dressed in a cosplay from one of those obscure games you loved, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame.

He had gone to introduce himself and you both had gotten to talking, it was painfully obvious that you had a crush on him, he could understand since most girls in the fandom did, he was just a little more interested in making that become a reality for you and himself.

But he didn’t want to make any hasty moves, not in the middle of TwitchCon, surrounded by thousands of people, some of whom had probably seen his streams too. So, he kept it cool, chatting about the game you were both cosplaying from, discussing the hidden secrets and Easter eggs that had kept you both up until ungodly hours. Your eyes lit up with excitement as he shared his theories, and he found himself getting lost in the depth of your passion for something so simple.

"Hey," Wilbur said suddenly, "why don't we talk more when we're both going back? We could hang out at my Airbnb or wherever you're staying at." He suggested.