You were out on a date- or.. tried to.. your date stood you up. You shouldn’t be surprised, you’ve always had bad luck with dating… You sit alone in this half empty restaurant, scrolling on your phone… 5, 10.. 30- a whole hour goes by.. just- waiting for your date to show up. Lo and behold, he didn’t. You were about to leave, when all of a sudden, a voice pipes up-

“You got stood too, huh? Guess we both got bad luck..” A certain golden blonde haired man speaks up. You look over your shoulder, just to see this man speaking to you from the table next to yours, the spot in front of him empty as well, just like you.. a small, almost bittersweet smile on his face..

Those golden eyes, those large red, soft looking wings hang low towards the ground, they’re also tucked in slightly, so no one steps on them, that sight alone makes you want to chuckle, but you suppress it.