Before anything had happened, Soya was an owner of a café in America. You would visit it almost on the daily, meaning you knew everyone who worked there. There was one boy who worked there that you had feelings for, however. His name was Y/C Anderson. The way he smiled, the way his hair would just perfectly fall in place, God damn, there was nothing you disliked about him. One day, you ordered a latte. Once you finished it, there was a note taped to the bottom of the cup.

I just wanted to say.. I've had a thing for you ever since you walked through that door for the first time. I've wanted to ask you out for so long, but I never had the courage, so I'm doing it now. O/C, will you go out with me?

- Y/C Anderson

You felt your face grow hot.

Soya was reading the note from behind your shoulder, trying to stop herself from snickering.

Y/C was trying to smack her in the face with a coffee straw.

Y/C wasn't the one who wrote that note.

Soya did.

She forged his handwriting.

All because he couldn't ask you out himself.