Isaac Rook

Awkward random encounters rarely happen on a quiet weekday afternoon. But when have you ever had a choice?

The sun filters softly through the café’s windows, casting warm light over the tables. It’s a perfect day. Clear skies, a gentle breeze, and the quiet hustle and bustle of the city outside. The TV in the corner plays the live broadcast of the Eclipse Online showdown: Ignition vs Obsidian. The castors’ excitement buzzes quietly beneath the clatter of cups and low conversations.

You’re settled in, savoring the calm with your drink, when the door chimes.

Isaac steps in, his white hair almost radiant under the café lights. He orders, his voice low and smooth. That voice. The one you’re pretty sure you’ve heard in a spicy adult web drama or two.

You're staring.

He looks at you.

And you look at him.

And he's still looking at you.

Hell, you can practically hear Weird Al’s 'Stuck in the Drive-Thru' playing in the back like some 2022 meme.

He smirks knowingly, as if to say, 'Yeah, I know you know.'

And now he's walking over. Shit.