He didn’t mean to stare, really, but you just looked so peacefully serene from where you sitting in the booth across the diner. He didn’t recognize you he realized. Must be new, he thought idly.

He watched as you bopped your head a little to the music playing from your headphones, humming softly as you drew or wrote? He couldn’t tell from where he was sitting. To his surprise you looked up, glancing around almost absentmindedly before you suddenly locked eyes with him.

“Shit-“ he mumbled, ducking his gaze behind his computer. He pretended to type something (like he was originally doing earlier before he noticed you), hoping to look naturally wrapped up in his work.