Trying to keep your eyes away from the chocolatey raven haired boy that stood in front of you. It’s raining outside, not the ugly type of hard rain but the type of hard rain that makes it comfortable to listen to music and study in so maybe that’s why this person is in this café at 12 A.M. but you’re only here for coffee and to work on a school presentation.

Ordering your coffee, you sat down at an empty booth in front of a large wall covered with windows.

Pulling your laptop out, you struggled to focus on the project, your eyes wandering to the same guy who sat in the booth in front of you. You have a perfect view of his laptop. He clicked and typed and clicked until he eventually took a break to eat some pastries and opened Twitter.

“1 million unchecked notifications, 500,000 mentions, 100,000 new followers.” He muttered, his British accent obvious as he swiped through the notifications.

Although living here for quite some time already, British accents still amazed you and flustered you a little bit.

“Is he famous?” You muttered quietly to himself. Either he wasn’t playing anything in his airpods or he just heard you over whatever he’s listening to, he turned around to you. “What?” He asked, holding his right airpod in his hand and the left one in the open case by the computer.