the boy with fluffy brown hair, piercing eyes, and a glistening smile

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Music: Jubilee Line and I'm Sorry Boris by Wilbur Soot

"Hey who was that?" Karia pops in from the back.

"Just another customer, he seems really nice though."

"I think he likes you."

"Seriously Karia? He's just a customer besides, he bought so much stuff, probably for his girlfriend or boyfriend."

"I don't know, he seemed a little too shy to have one. Besides, I know good style is a turn on for you ..." She said slyly.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Come to mention it, you know that singer I like? Wilbur Soot? Well he says he knows the guy. He was joking right?"

"Don't ask me. I know nothing about this Wilbur Soot guy."

"You're so helpful Karia."

"Love ya too, Sol!" she says sarcastically.

I look at the clock and realize my shift is over. I pack my bag, saying goodbye to Karia and getting ready to go home.

I normally listen to music but the day was a tiring one and I just wanted to drive in peace.

My mind kept going to that guy. I mean I've met a lot of customers before but I don't know. Something about him I guess. Anyways, when he said he knows Wilbur Soot... that was obviously a joke, right? No way.

The thoughts clouded my head and decided to do some stalking when I get home. Despite me trying to convince myself it was stupid.

I get home, take a shower, and put on some mom jeans and a sweater.

I go over to my desk and search up Wilbur Soot. Stalking time.

Basic info, yada yada yada.

Let's see here: Dream SMP. I know he plays some kind of minecraft as his main job but I personally never really cared for it. I guess today is the day to care. I scroll through a wiki page looking through all the members.

A 16 year old? So Wilbur plays minecraft with a child. I snort.

I finally come across a name: Karl Jacobs.

Clicking on the link like I've done about twenty times already, I read through quickly until I come to some pictures.

I freeze in my chair. The bright computer light in my dark room illuminates against my round glasses. All of a sudden, the music I'm listening to switches to I'm Sorry Boris.

I lean back and take a deep sigh outwards.

I stare at the man on the screen with fluffy brown hair, piercing eyes, and a glistening smile.

He stares back at me.

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