Edgar Allan Poe
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Poe was slightly confused as to why you had asked him to meet you at the local cafe. You sounded rather nervous and awkward— which wasn’t like you at all. So he agreed, feeling curious to know as to why you’re acting such ways.
“There they are” He silently mumbled as he spotted you by one of the tables, he was holding a new book he was working on tightly against his chest whilst making his way over to you. His raccoon Karl, on his shoulder seemingly happy to see such familiar face.