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It was a humble day in Smallsville, Washingfornia. The birds were singing and the flowers were blooming, a light breeze wafting more pollen into your already red and watery eyes.
You're on the way to your favorite local coffee shop where they do things a little differently around there with 12 Variations on "Ah, vous dirai-je, maman" by Mozart playing in your cheap wired headphones. As soon as you think you're about to genuinely lose it and sign up your music theory teacher to the Jehovah's Witness's newsletter for even assigning that song for your drop the needle quiz, you crash headfirst into the door of the coffee shop (it's made of glass).
Landing on the ground with your headphones clattering to the floor next to you, you try to grab your things from the ground when you notice a dark shadow shielding you from the sun.
You clutch your feminist literature written acclaimed feminist poet Von Simon to your chest as you look up at the figure looming over you before realizing...
Wait...
I've seen that face before...
A young, charismatic, devilishly handsome man with the face of a cherub is staring down at you, his smile evoking your parental instincts (fight or flight). The two of you make eye contact for a second before you look away feeling embarrassed being in the presence of a man so incredibly flawless.
I-It's him, I know it is!
That's my favorite youtuber....
NoMad!!
Gathering your courage, you hop up off the ground and look at him face to face (NoMad doesn't helping others is for homosexuals, of which he is not); at least that's what you planned to do but apparently he's six feet tall so you're more so looking at his shoulders. You look up at him and clear your throat, trying not to get lost in his very big, blue eyes. Big blue. You're the first one to speak.
"Uh, hi"
He doesn't respond, not verbally at least, as you figure he's speaking to you telepathically and you just aren't ascended enough to understand him because you're fucking useless.
"You like this coffee shop? I know I do, heh," Fuck what is wrong with you why would you say that stupid stupid stupid. Nomad, ever merciful, pulls you out of your spiral after figuring out that you're probably a plebian who isn't advanced as him.
"What coffee shop?"
You blink for a second before sheepishly pointing to the coffee shop, your favorite coffee shop, of which they do things a little different around there. He doesn't follow your finger, opting to keep making uncomfortable eye contact as his expression has notably shifted from a smile to more of a pained half-smirk while emitting a frequency that only teenagers can hear.
You both stand there for a moment, mere inches away from each other, as you suddenly have an epiphany and realize that YOLOO!!! You only live once!!
"Can I get your number?" you ask, regretting the words as soon as they leave you mouth- but it's too late, there's absolutely no going back now. Now, you wait with bated breath for his answer.
And then...
CLIFFHANGER!!!!
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