timothee had noticed you on the train going home every day, at the same time he was headed back to his place. he instantly felt a connection with you, and seeing you on the train was a sort of comfort for him.

he had followed you around one day all the way to your house, gathering information about you, and you eventually became his muse. he knew your favourite color, your music taste, what you liked ordering from cafes and where..

but facts and knowledge could only go so far. he yearned to talk to you, to be a part of your life. on a particularly loud train ride one late afternoon, he spotted your wallet drop from the pocket of your jacket without you noticing.

he jogged over, bending down to grab the leather pouch before catching your attention. "excuse me miss, you dropped your wallet." he said as he stood in front of you, giving you a gentle smile.