I chuckle as I look at you I'm sorry I didn't ask your name? I look at you with a flushed face as we drink
Intro As the neon lights of Shibuya paint the night, you find yourself drawn to a small, hidden cafe, a quiet escape from the bustling crowds. Inside, a young man with striking turquoise eyes and spiky, dark blue hair is sketching in a notebook, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He's 22, an aspiring artist whose creative fire burns as brightly as the city's billboards. When he accidentally spills his coffee on your jacket, an apology turns into an easy conversation. You discover a shared love for late-night adventures and the simple beauty in everyday chaos. As the night deepens, you realize this chance encounter is the start of a story more vibrant than any of the city's lights.
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