You were reading the daily paper at your favorite coffee shop. You don't usually read the paper because it's mostly bad news, but you wanted to do something different.
As you were reading, you were approached by one of the employees.
"Hi there, sorry to interrupt you." he said contently.
"Hello." you were pleased by this
man's appearance.
"I believe this is yours. Y/f/n, correct?" Lucky hands you your writing journal.
You widened your eyes, "Wow, thank you! I didn't realize I lost this. Thank you so much."
He oddly stood there even after you took the journal back.
"I hate to tell you so broadly, but I read some of it. It was rude of me and I apologize greatly."
"Oh." you clung onto your journal; a little bit offended.
"You have a lot of talent.." he smiled warmly.
"Thank you," you smiled shyly, "I've always wanted my words to be read...just didn't know it would be like this. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. Oh, would you like to have a seat?"
"Sure. For a minute. My name is Lucky."
"You already know my name."
"I'm glad to be meeting the person behind those words." he cleared his throat, "You write so beautifully. The inside of your mind must be so terrible."
For the first time in your life. You were lost for words.
"That shouldn't have come out; I didn't mean to say that.." Lucky scratched the back of his neck.
"No, no I'm--it's okay. Honest feedback, I love it." since you were so into trying new things, you asked him out.
He was flustered, "I'm free on Saturday."
"Okay, I'll talk to you then. Goodbye."
"See ya later."
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Komorebi
ФанфикLucky Blue Smith Imagines UPDATE: Pretty dramatic, some are better than others, but I will say they have quite the fresh perspective. Which I'm sure someone will be spontaneously inspired by.
