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Timothee Chalamet was sitting down at a coffee shop, about to start his homework for his degree at Columbia when he saw them for the first time.
They stood behind the counter, ready to serve him the black coffee he had ordered in the hopes of staying awake for the allnighter he was about to pull for finals season. "Order for...Lil Timmy?" asked the barista.
Their hands brushed. Their eyes met. They fell. It was love at first sight, Timothee staring in to their intense blue orbs. Their blue hair and pronouns and slim slutty waist, plus thunder thighs captured him.
From this moment on, Timothee knew he had to learn more.
"T-t-t-t-t-that would be me..!" he stuttered out, grabbing the coffee and blushing. His hand slipped, though, and the burning hot coffee covered them!
Timothee and Twink were both covered in coffee, stench permeating the air around them like a heart.
"Hey, you doing anything this weekend?" Twink said with a smirk. Timmy chuckled. Heh, that damn smirk.
"N-n-n-no, why?" Timmy said, looking down at his pigeon toes and smiling.
"Heh, well, how would you like to, uh, I guess, go out together? Maybe to an arts museum? And then you could, uh, come over to my place? We can watch... Love Island?" Twink said in their voice, blue hair swishing to the side. They made the best coffee and they knew it. Timothee flushed embarrassingly red, "O-o-o-o-o-o-okay!!! Sounds good to me!"
Timmy walked away, coffee stained.