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gwen sat by her lonesome in a coffeehouse filled with customers. occasionally sipping on her latte. typing away on her old macbook she's had for years, gwen attempted to find the right word. angelic? devine? every word she thought of just sounded too bland. words in themselves were bland. omnipotent. yes, that was the one, she thought, gazing at the man who sparked her imagination.

pushing through the transparent doors, vincent made his way to the counter. he felt eyes bore into the back of his skull, annoying- no- distracting him more than anything. currently, vincent stood in a room full of eyes, yet he could only feel one pair. he ordered his coffee, quickly grabbing a seat opposite of a girl who feverishly typed away on her computer. vincent glanced over to her, observing the way she furrowed her brow in frustration.

gwen peered opposite of her, noticing the not-so-stolen-glance. she smiled with hope. still, she kept her focus completely on the unfinished paragraphs littering her screen. for a while, she hadn't noticed the movement around her, or the way others left. "hey, you ready," violet inquired, coming out from the back counter. gwen nodded to her friend, closing her laptop and putting it into her bag.

the very next day, when the sun's rays shone through the transparent walls of the coffeehouse, gwen set her computer upon the table, her heart a little more apathetic than yesterday's. "can i buy you a drink?" eyeing the taller, brunet male wearing a white shirt with a black cardigan over it, gwen offered him a cheeky grin.

"i would enjoy that," the girl responds, closing her laptop. "the cute blonde, she knows my order." gwen watched as the man left to the counter, buying two drinks in total. vincent returned to gwen, drinks burning his hand. "what's your name?" she inquires, sipping on the warm coffee the kind gentleman bought her. the mid-day sun glazed the man's pale face as he sat across from her.

"vincent, but uh, call me vinny, or vin," the brunet responds. "y-you like this place?" vinny obviously wasn't comfortable with the words he was saying. "i-i'm sorry, that was awful." he rolled his eyes, widening them, then looking back to the smiling girl across from him. "what's your name?"

"gwen." again, an awkwardness grew between the two. "how are you?" shrugging, vinny grinned with delight at the sudden spark of interest.

"uh shitty," he chuckled softly. "but fine for now." they began to converse, finding it much easier than before. it almost didn't feel like they spoke for as long as they did.