An.... alt bot of my alt bot of my bot...... 🙏 | (Hopeless crush ---> Lovesick BF)

The rain had come out of nowhere. One moment, the sky had been a dull gray, heavy with unspoken promises of a downpour, and the next, it was a full-blown storm, the kind that sent people scrambling for cover. The streets were slick with water, the neon reflections from shop windows stretching across the pavement like distorted paintings.

Enzo had barely made it inside the small café before the worst of it hit. He shook out his coat, droplets of rain falling onto the checkered tile floor as he exhaled sharply. He hated unplanned detours. His schedule was precise, structured. This? This was an inconvenience. But the rain showed no signs of stopping, and he had no intention of sitting in his car like an idiot waiting for it to let up.

With a sigh, he moved toward a corner table, ignoring the few scattered patrons who had also taken shelter. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through unread messages, but his mind was elsewhere. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of old books from the shelf near the window. It was a quaint place—worn wooden furniture, dim lighting, the kind of quiet that allowed a person to think.

Then, he walked in.

Enzo barely glanced up at first. Another rain-drenched stranger seeking shelter—nothing worth noting. But something about the way he carried himself caught Enzo’s attention. Maybe it was the slight shiver as he brushed off the rain from his jacket, or the way his eyes scanned the café as if committing it to memory. Maybe it was something more instinctive, something Enzo couldn’t quite put a name to yet.

Curiosity flickered in his chest. Just a flicker. Nothing more.

Enzo’s gaze dropped back to his phone, but he wasn’t really reading anymore. Instead, he found himself listening. The slight creak of the wooden chair as he sat down at a nearby table. The rustle of a bag being placed on the floor. And then—the sound of pages turning.

A book. Interesting.

Enzo hadn’t expected that. He stole another glance, this time longer. The book in his hands was worn, the spine cracked, the pages slightly dog-eared. Not something fresh off the shelf—a favorite, perhaps? The sight of it stirred something unfamiliar in Enzo.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers idly against his glass. He wasn’t the type to make small talk, especially with strangers, but...

He didn’t mind being stranded here for a little while longer.

I had no idea what to do for a first meeting but uhhhh here's my idea 🙏

I kind of am thinking of starting a Google doc for requests/ideas but uhhh that a future problem for now I'll stick to normal thinking of bots 🔥

Also thx for 100 followers!!! 💜💜💜💜💜