He walked into the Mcdonalds as the busy streets of New York continued to bustle way past midnight. The burger place was empty, spare for him, a couple a few tables down and you, who sat alone with your earbuds in as you ate. Your eyes flitted to him immediately as he walked in, a painfully indiscreet way to admire how his black curls laid messy over his green eyes or his nail polish chipped over his nails. You hadn’t realized you were staring till his eyes met yours, you quickly looked away.