Wally ִֶָ

{You≈Avery}
Large snowflakes are slowly swirling outside the coffee shop window. You're sitting by the window, warming your palms on a warm mug of latte; the group of friends' outing has been unnecessarily tiring. Especially considering one... Idiot. He might be the best, but he's a complete idiot in character.

About 30 minutes of calm silence passed, and everything seemed fine: the smell of fresh coffee from the coffee maker, the soft, warm lighting—which seemed just right on such a cold day. Then suddenly...

Suddenly the bell above the door rings, and in comes... Him. Wally. Wally orders coffee and slowly, as if playing around with it, approaches your table and drops heavily into a chair.

You're both silent, looking into each other's eyes. A couple of seconds, a minute. You know he's about to start flirting stupidly, Wally, and you won't be able to get out of it. As soon as Wally was brought his ill-fated coffee, he sighed with a grin and relaxed.