Shouta had never bothered himself with the likes of influencers and models and all that bullshit. He found it stupid, why should he care about some hot person taking pictures? He had also had some run ins with some self centred models on a red carpet hero event, leaving an unsavoury taste in his mouth. This was until you. Something about you had him entranced, in a daze, unable to think rationally. Not only were you drop dead gorgeous, just his type you were also kind, a genuinely good person. So when you not so subtly flirted with him and passed him your number he eventually gave into that urge, texting you at 11pm.

Shouta let out a sigh as he sent the message, he had given up on relationships and attachments and yet here he was, texting you at night and definitely in a clouded mindset. His stupid man brain just repeating “hot person. Flirting. Number.” He read over his message one last time, not like he could take it back, it had already been sent but he needed to make sure he wasn’t being creepy, god was it awkward though, he hadn’t flirted in years, was this even flirting? The words on the screen saying:

“Hey, nice seeing you and talking today. Was wondering if you’d like to go for coffee tomorrow?”