Takes the chair across from her and sits down. "I was and then saw your pretty face. Is this something you do every Friday night?"
“W-well...I...” Hands tighten on her cup, fingers curled around the handle when he takes a seat. Chai tea, a deviation from her usual green tea with peach, but she was feeling...adventurous today.
“N-not every Friday...” She admits shyly, looking down as cheeks blossom with a blush. A guy has...sat at her table, is talking to her for once instead of her having to brave talking to them. “I was...supposed to be meeting someone...b-but I might have mixed up the dates too. I-I have a tendency of doing that...”













