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Everything becomes problematic when there's feelings involved. 

And by feelings I mean you happened. 

The first time I saw your name was when I checked the list of names in my book. Just like the others, your name was just there, waiting to be crossed off by my pen. Everything would have been the same just like the other pages I have read, if it wasn't that stupid small coffee cup (I don't care if it's called Grandé or Tall or whatever it is, Kat.) on the table that happened to be knocked by my elbow and all of the coffee (yes yes, it is a fucking caramel macchiato from Starbucks. I'm sorry I spilled your coffee. Now can I get back to my story? Thank you.) spilled on my book. 

I knew I was clumsy. I didn't live for hundreds years to know nothing about myself. I also knew that there was no cleaning spell for the coffee stained paper or our boss didn’t want me to know...I bet she knew a cleaning spell for coffee stained but she kept it to herself because the stain looked so cool on the paper, not my book though. So I looked it up on Wikihow--don't judge, I was panic. But every thing I tried seemed to make it worse. I almost finished the book. In fact, you were the last name in my book, so I didn't worry about not being able to use the book anymore.

The thing was...I could not read your name. The ink was fading, mixed with the coffee drop here and there on the paper. The only thing I could read was when and where you were going to be--where we would meet.

‘Central Perk Cafe’

Damn. Was the owner of this place a fan of Friends? I’d totally know if they were. I binge-watched the show down here a lot. Guess now it was time to see who this guy (or girl since I couldn’t read your name at that time) was. I would be early if I could get on the last train from our office to the human world tonight.

“...Better be on time.” I muttered to myself. I wouldn’t know it was a mistake to be on time, to meet you at that time. I was just trying to do my job. Man, if only there was a time travel spell. I wouldn’t get on the train to go see you. I would just...no, forget it. I would still get on the train.

See you. (Even though you wouldn’t know this until much later.)