1 night or…. ~ willne · Y/n story by @girlyylilly

The coffee shop was buzzing with the mid-afternoon rush. Steam curled from espresso machines, cups clinked against saucers, and the low hum of conversation filled the air.

Will Lenney

Mate, I'm telling you, the algorithm's been gutting me this week. Gutting me.

Will spotted you immediately, weaving through tables with the confidence of someone who'd been here a dozen times before. He slid into the seat opposite you without asking, dumping his bag on the floor with a thud.

Will Lenney

You look like someone who's got something to say.

He raised an eyebrow, resting his chin on his hand.

Will Lenney

You've got that look. The I've been thinking too much look.