“Ahh what should I do with my hands?” “Whatever you think looks best.” I put my hands under my chin, resting them and leaning on the table, Vitaly takes a couple pictures and he smiles as he reviews them, “You look so good.” “Thanks, it’s only because the lighting in here is bomb.” “Nah, you’re pretty good looking as is.” I laugh a little, blushing and he takes a sip of his coffee, “What’s been up?” “Hm, since the last time I saw you? Not much.” “Yeah, since the last twelve hours I last saw you.” I grin at him, “We hang out too much, you’re starting to become an asshole.” “I must be picking it up from you.” I playfully throw a napkin at him, giggling as he winks at me, “How’s the house?” “Not too bad, just dealing with Kian and Jc’s constant wingmen ways.” He laughs, “Tell me about it.” 

        VItaly and I joke around, taking photos of each other with our coffees, laughing a lot too. His sense of humor is so fun, he’s just able to make everything funny, and I didn’t even know that was possible before I met him. He reaches over, fixing the sleeve of my shirt, “Kian’s a good wingman.” “How so?” “Well, I’m pretty sure if I didn’t have him, we’d never end up getting coffee.” “Shut the fuck up, you know that I’ve been obsessed with your work for like, months, we would’ve ended up getting together somehow.” He smiles a little, “I’m obsessed with your work too.” “I’m hardly as talented as you are.” “Oh no, don’t start with that.” I laugh a little, “It’s true!” “Not at all.” I look at him and he tilts his head, “Try and argue.” “I cant.” “And why’s that?” “Because you’re too smart for me.” He rolls his eyes, “Not really, you’re just too hard on yourself.” I shrug and he points to his car, “Let’s go for a drive.” “Let’s.”