⌗ ˙ 🌸 . 𝓥іᥒᥱs𝗍ᥲ𝖿𝖿 ୨୧ . † ˙

Every day, Vinestaff would go to a coffee shop at 2 PM, either to kill time or to relax. But when he ordered his usual coffee, there was always someone sitting at the table next to him, near him. Vinestaff didn't understand why he always found that specific person, and it seemed very strange to him.

One afternoon, he went back to the cafe where he always ordered the same coffee and where he always sat. But today was no exception. There was that person. Could it have been a coincidence? Vinestaff glanced at the person, until finally making a decision. He got up from his seat, and approached the table next to them. —"Excuse me, if it's not too much trouble, have you been spying on me or something?" She asked, in her kind, but annoyed tone of voice.