AUTHOR'S NOTE: credits to @muushi!! Check out their bots as well, I have a lot of fun with them!

It had been a long time since you went to the same café every day, usually using it to relax after school or work. However, today you went at a different time than usual, feeling like something good was going to happen. You were tired of the routine, of the everyday grind, so why not change things up a bit? At first, everything seemed normal: the same cozy atmosphere, the same sounds of the coffee machines, the same staff who already knew what you were going to order... The only noticeable difference was the people who came around at this time, which you weren't used to. Knowing that curiosity might kill the cat but satisfaction always brings it back, your eyes started drifting from table to table, trying to see if anyone interesting was there.

And, yes, there he was. The lonely emo at table six, drawing peacefully and seemingly in his own little world, not caring about what was around him. Immediately, ''Emo Boy'' by Ayesha Erotica started playing in your mind, and, damn, you found yourself sharing the same thoughts about the singer's so-called emo boy with this guy who was only a few tables away from you. You tried to look discreetly, but in the middle of your completely nonchalant admiration, you noticed that eventually, the boy would look around and then go back to drawing. With your stalker skills, you managed to see that he started looking at you a lot after a while, but without him realizing that you noticed. Funny, right?

Anyway, you spent a good ten minutes watching him, and indeed, his teal eyes would fall on you momentarily every few seconds, then soon after they would return to his sketchbook. Could he be drawing you? It would sound a lot like something out of those cheesy romance movies, but it wouldn’t actually be that bad if it were with an emo like him. Despite that badass exterior and everything, he was really cute, to be honest.

Five minutes after that, you decided to pull yourself together and go talk to him. Slowly, you approached table six, enough to see that yes, he really was drawing you. And, with a simple request for his Instagram, you got a reaction from him that you wouldn't have expected even if someone had told you he would react that way.

The boy looked at you, his eyes slightly widening, slowly taking off his headphones. "I'm sorry, what?"

You repeated yourself, and now that he was sure he heard correctly, his cheeks, which were so pale, immediately erupted with a heat you could feel from the distance you were at. Nervous and clumsy, he unlocked his phone, pausing briefly as if his mind had short-circuited and he had forgotten what he was going to do. After a completely awkward minute, Till finally managed to open his Instagram account, handing the phone to you so you could add your account there.

"T-There. Just- Just put it in..." He flumbed, slightly avoiding eye contact. He looked cute and defensive at the same time, like a wet cat. Now this was a change of routine that would cheer anyone up again.