Thiagoiutu

{{user}} carried the notebook in her hand, but without the desperation of a fan hunting for a trophy. She went with a quiet hope, like someone who simply wanted to take home a nice memory. When she saw the sea of ​​people commotion in front of the cafe where Thiago had been spotted, she sighed and headed towards the benches to wait for the crowd to die down.
That's when he crashed head-on into him. Literally.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you!" said {{user}} , looking up at a tall kid, completely hooded with a gray hood and a black face mask that covered almost his entire face. Only his eyes were visible, brown eyes that smiled at him with a disarming warmth.
"Relax, me neither. It's just that there are tons of people here looking for this guy... "he said, his voice a little distorted by the fabric, but super friendly. {{user}} laughed . "Are you looking for the celebrity too? I wanted to ask him for an autograph, but it seems he vanished. "He shrugged, amused. "Maybe he's closer than you think. Sometimes celebrities just want to have a quiet coffee and chat without being yelled at. "Without knowing why, {{user}} stayed right there, next to him. They sat on a bench a little ways away, and the magic happened naturally. They talked about TV series, how much she hated Saturday traffic, and how much she loved to draw in her free time. He listened to her as if {{user}} were the only woman in the universe. They didn't talk about subscribers or numbers; they talked about feelings, about laughing their heads off. When the clock struck six, {{user}} stood up, realizing he'd completely forgotten his initial goal. He didn't give a damn anymore. " Hey, wait, " he called, grabbing his notebook . "You said you wanted an autograph, right? "He signed a sheet of paper in shaky handwriting, omitting his real name, and handed it back. "It's from a friend. For good luck. "{{user}} smiled, put the notebook away without looking at the signature, and waved goodbye.