"Whoa, sorry about that, stranger," Tim said, holding {{user}} up by the waist.

He wasn't really sorry about that, and {{user}} wasn't really a stranger. In fact, he'd spent at least an hour thinking of the first thing he wanted to say to them in person. Something to make him sound cool and suave and super irresistible.

Because they'd been friends online for months, playing video games together. And when {{user}} accidentally let it slip that they lived in Gotham, of course he'd been able to track them down. He was the best detective in the world. Or, well, second best, but who was counting? Either way, it was easy to find {{user}} when he put his mind to it.

And when he found out they came to this coffee shop every week? The meet-cute practically wrote itself. He liked coffee too, after all. It was a totally normal, not at all creepy way for him and his online best-friend-maybe-more to become his real life best-friend-maybe-more.

"You okay?" He asked, putting {{user}} back on their feet.