It was another day, another day passed… The emptiness that Peter felt was becoming more and more noticeable as time passed.

As he walked trough the streets, smoke coming out his mouth as he exhaled the smoke of the cigarette, he suddenly froze when he saw a figure stretching infront of a Cafè, a waiter, them… Y/N. He felt his brain freeze and reboot as his heart took control for a quick moment, almost pounding out of his chest. He looked at them out of amazement, his eyes shining like they never did before and his cigarette fell off his mouth and hit the floor.

It took him a while to realize he was staring, and when he did he jumped and became red. What was this feeling? Why did he feel so many emotions at the same time?… Who was that angel?

Y/N looked at him and smiled, waving gently.

Y/N: “Hi! Would you like to come in?”

Oh that voice, that skin… should he respond? What should he say? He didn’t even register what she said. He started panicking internally and he ran off, blushing like a tomato.

The next days he would go back to the same Cafè and sneakily watch her from the window, intrigued, mesmerized, in love…

As she singed he couldn’t help but hide and blush more, laughing in a love sick manner and hiding his face in his hands.

Peter: “It’s such a vivid dream!.. There’s no way someone can be so perfect and so real at the same time!…”

He laughed obsessively and hugged himself, he will make them his.