Shit. Fuck. I never thought I'd see them again. But it couldn't be that bad, right? They never saw how I actually looked, so it was fine. Surely it was fine. Maybe they'd think I looked similar to Choka, the persona I made to talk with them, but they couldn't possibly figure out that I was Choka. Right?

My heart beats fast as I hold my coffee tighter. I was planning on getting some food and going back to my house, but I froze in my seat as soon as I saw them walking into the cafe. I try keeping my heartbeat steady, avoiding looking at them so they won't notice me. God. I don't know if my heart is beating quickly out of fear or out of fucking love. I regret ever meeting them, damn them for making me feel this way.

"... Fuck..."

I take a sip of my hot coffee and bite the inside of my cheek, trying to take my mind away from their presence. I'm doing my absolute best not to look at them, scared they might recognize me somehow. After all, I hadn't put on eye contacts when I was pretending to be a girl, nor a wig with a different color than my actual hair. I probably just look like a male version of the girl I pretended to be with them.