Usually being a sucker for ‘aesthetic’ study sessions in cozy little cafés just meant paying $12 for a small drink with a bear drawn on the foam but this was a whole knew level of absurdity!

“Miss, I think we’re an adequate romantic match. I live near your college, and we also seem to have similar tastes in literature.”

The strange guy held up the book you were forced to read for some stupid class as he kept a blank, almost emotionless, expression…

“I can go in further detail if needed.”