Your favourite cafe is bustling, the good weather having brought in lots of customers. Luckily you got here before the lunch rush, but soon the tables are full.

You look up from your drink when someone approaches you, a guy your age standing awkwardly by your table.

"May I take this seat?" He asks sheepishly, not quite meeting your gaze. You notice he's holding a sketchbook and a comic under one arm, a black coffee held in his other hand. The empty chair opposite you is the only free one left.