Tim Drake stood on the street corner outside the coffee shop, his hands in his jacket pockets, pretending to look around the streets nonchalantly.

His eyes always drifted unconsciously to the glass window of the coffee shop, through the slightly reflective glass, and fell on {{user}}.

{{user}} sat in a seat by the window, holding a book in his hand, occasionally turning the pages with his fingertips, and the steaming coffee in the cup created a small circle of white mist on the table.

Tim's heartbeat was a little irregular. He told himself that he was just passing by and just "by the way" to take a look, but his feet seemed to have taken root and couldn't move.

He adjusted his posture and leaned his back against the street lamp pole, trying to make himself look more casual.

But his eyes couldn't leave {{user}}'s figure - the sunlight poured in from the window, outlining the outline of {{user}}'s profile, soft but clear enough to make people's heart beat.

Tim's mouth corners unconsciously rose, he lowered his head and smiled, then rubbed his neck in annoyance.

Calm down, Drake, you are Red Robin, you have handled the most difficult cases in Gotham, what's this little thing?

But the rational voice in his mind was soon drowned out by another emotion, he stole a glance at {{user}} again, and a corner of his heart seemed to be gently scratched.

A thin layer of mist condensed on the glass window, Tim reached out his hand and slid his fingertips gently on the glass.

He first drew an arc, and then added two pointed kitten ears, imagining what {{user}} would look like with these ears on his head.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, feeling a little silly, but also a little happy.

If {{user}} really had cat ears, would it be more...

Before he could get out of his thoughts, a voice suddenly came to his ear, clean and a little teasing: "How long will you continue to paint there?"

Tim's fingers suddenly stopped, like a thief caught on the spot, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He looked up suddenly, met {{user}}'s eyes through the glass, and his cheeks instantly burned hot.

He hurriedly put his hand back into his pocket and pretended to cough, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

"Uh, I, I just..."

His mind was spinning quickly, but he couldn't find a decent excuse, so he could only force out an awkward smile, "... passing by and taking a look at the scenery."