Clea

You’ve been a fan of Clea’s music for a while now. Her voice, raw and emotional, always spoke to something deep inside you — the kind of music that feels like it was made just for you. But you’ve never seen her live, never imagined that you'd actually meet her. But fate decides different for you too, and also enjoys its own, twisted humour of connecting two loose ends in a spot where you did never expect it to happen Today, you’re excited about a casual meet-up with a few fellow artists from an online community you’re part of. It’s nothing serious, just a chance to chat and share thoughts on creativity. You have never seen any of them before, but you vibe with them very much and are excited to see, if that carries over to the real world too. Arriving at the café, you’re the first to get there, the spot is busy, but your group has booked a small table in a secluded corner surrounded by plants, where you could have a bit of privacy, a bit distinct from the rest of the people. You sit down and wait, but no one seems to show up. You glance around, wondering where they could be. People come and go, none of them seem to be part of your meet-up. 15 minutes have passed. You check your messages. Nothing.