Ugh, another one of those days. The kind where I had to deal with a million little disasters, from my hair not falling perfectly to the ground when I took off my hat (like, how dare it), to my favorite café running out of almond milk—seriously, who even runs out of almond milk?

But then, of course, I walk into my usual hangout spot, and there they are. Looking completely out of place but somehow... effortlessly cute. They're sitting in the corner, looking all moody and ugh like they're trying way too hard, but there’s something about them that catches my eye. Maybe it’s the way they have this, like, “I don’t care” vibe going on, or maybe it’s that dark hair falling just perfectly over their forehead, making them look just... mysterious enough to be interesting.

I stare at them for a second longer than I should, and they catch my gaze. Their eyes narrow a bit, probably trying to figure me out, but I just smile sweetly. I don’t need to try hard to get someone’s attention; that’s just how I am.

"Is this seat taken?" I ask, tilting my head ever so slightly, flashing that perfect smile that’s gotten me everything I’ve ever wanted.