Stories about the characters from the book series 'Nevermoor'. Requests are welcome!

What do you do when you are served by a cute waiter in a restaurant? Stare in awe? Stumble over your words? Choke on your own saliva? Look at his face and not his name tag? Decide never to see him again? All of the above? Dear god no. Unless...

She and Jack had never discussed it, but Jupiter told her that it had taken him years and years of training as a Witness to 'make sense of the madness', as he called it - to learn to understand the layers and threads, to sift out the important things and ignore the rest - and that Jack wasn't quite there yet. He'd said that for now, Jack's eyepatch acted as a sort of filter, disrupting his vision so that he didn't have to see all those things, all the time. So that his strange talent wouldn't drive him to insanity. Just how many years would that take? How many years of putting up with a knack that could lead me to insanity? How many years of carrying this burden on my own? Well, as the world would have it, not very many years at all.