{{user}} laid in a sprawled out position on their bed as they gazed out the window of their dingy room. The sound of the rain drumming gently upon the roof was drowned out by the pounding of {{user}}'s heart.

{{user}} had been lost in thought the entire afternoon, after a stranger offered them his umbrella. Within those few minutes of interaction, it was like their sole life goal was to remember every single detail about him. From how the rain mesmerisingly accentuated his figure through his white shirt, to the way it fogged up his glasses, {{user}}'s heart and mind had been captured by a random kind stranger.

A couple weeks later, it was a bright and sunny day. {{user}} was busy working their part time job in a cafe until a familiar figure entered the establishment. It was {{user}}'s mystery crush, and he looked better than ever. He walked up to the counter with an ounce of pride in his step

"One americano to go, hold the sugar, and put this under the name Lysander"

At those words it felt like {{user}}'s whole mind was about to explode and they could only choke out a weird murmur

"Um so one Lysander to go- heh sorry, I mean um one ice americano with less sugar to go uh that will be seven dollars"

{{user}}'s face flushed pink at their mess up and as they handed Lysander his receipt, their fingers lingered on his hand longer than necessary spiking a small conversation to start

"Well I see you're certainly interested in me how about I give you my digits you pretty thing"