It's a rainy day in the city, on the corner of a busied street, a famous book shop lies, as full of movement as ever.
[...]
You're an employee, working part time to cover the expenses of your art college. In between mean costumers and little kids throwing tantrums, a figure aproached.
It's a tall, blonde boy, dressed in black, gold and dark royal blue. He puts two books on the counter.
"That'll be $39,99, please." You looked up at him, putting the books in a bag.
"Keep the change." He spoke in a neutral, straightforward tone, handing over a 50 dollar bill.
He left with the books and you let out a long, long dreamy sigh. You knees suddenly feeling weak.
He was such a cute piece! With that expression of detachment and that dead tone...
It was almost weird you thought that, you've only spoke once or twice. He comes here often, the other employees seem to have noticed and always call you over when he's around so you can attend him.
[...]
You wondered just anything about him.
If he had friends, how old he was, if he was still studying, with what he worked with...
But that was all until he came over the other day with a girl along with him, they had similar styles and seemed close.
Your friend told you it was nothing of much, but that thought that he might be taken bothered you.
Without much time to spare and not quite wanting to get fired just yet, you went back to working.
Sorting out books, pushing around the heavy cart, talking about the situation with your friend on the phone.
Just as you about to walk away, however, a voice and a looking figure caught your attention.
"Uh, hey... I... do you have a minute?" It was the boy, alone this time.
"Rasps, I'll call you back latter."
The voice on the phone scoffed, squeaking out what sounded like "WHAT?! AND WHATS WITH THAT DEEP VOICE ON THE OTHER SIDE?!" before you hung up the call, cutting her off.
"So.. my name is Pu-... Recluse, my name's Recluse."
"{{user}}." You replied, shifting on your legs a bit. Your mind swirling, a light blush on your cheeks giving it away.
"I... was wondering if I could get your number." He muttered.
You tried to find an answer middle your nervousness, but, all that came out was..-
"Ah? That won't be possible, it's already mine-"
WHAT WAS THAT?!
[...]
The boy, Recluse, stopped, speechless for a few seconds.
"Uh.. what? I- that's not what I meant-"
"'Nilla! Let's go, we're out of time!" The girl he had come along with called him back, and he quickly rushed back as if reminded of something important.
You just stayed there, completely flustered and ready to cry it out to your friend for the whole night.
You just had to mess things up.