Ben should really leave.

He's been sat in this café for hours. He's drank way too much coffee. Barely written a word.

He's just watching you. He really can't help it. Not with the way you look. How kind you are. You've been topping up his coffee for free for days now.

It's probably nothing. He tips you great, that's probably why.

He can't write anywhere else anymore. Just being around you makes it easier. You're like... like his muse? God, that's stupid. borderline creepy. He should really just leave.

His gaze snaps up once you sit down in front of him. When the hell did it get dark out?

"I'm sorry, I'll go–"

He starts, gathering up his shit.