(Background: this was a Danti fanfic I made. The description was this:
Darkiplier and Antisepticeye repeatedly run into each other whether it be at a cafe, in an alley at night, or elsewhere. They start thinking about each other because of how often they run into each other and gradually fall in love.
I discontinued this book (along with many others) because I didn't wanna write Danti anymore)

Anti's POV

I take my dark coffee from the wood counter and sit down at an empty table waiting for the drink to cool. Observing the cafe I discreetly observe the people inside. A young female wearing a infinity scarf reading a book, a old man scanning a newspaper by the window, a tall business man and woman making small talk, a young couple laughing and flirting with each other, and finally, a frizzy haired, wire rimmed glasses boy typing on a laptop like he was running out of time and he had already written day and night. (*ahem* anybody able to figure out that reference?) I drink my coffee that's finally cooled off enough to not burn every taste bud I have and look out the window. A man with black hair, a comfortable looking brown jacket, and plaid scarf walks past the window opening the cafe door. He goes up to the barista and orders leaning against the wood counter. I go back to looking out the window and drinking my coffee.

"Iced Latte for Dark" the barista calls as she gives the man the iced latte.

So his names Dark, cool.

"Oh, Anti!" The barista makes eye contact with me and motions for me to come to the counter, so I stand up and walk over. "I almost forgot to tell you, you've earned enough points on your card to get a cookie. Which kind would you like?"

"Chocolate chip please" she nods and puts a delicious looking chocolate chip cookie into a food bag. "Thanks" I go back to the table I was sitting at and finish up my coffee deciding to save the cookie. Getting a eerie feeling from behind me I turn around and see the guy called Dark looking down at his drink. Turning back around I ignore the feeling when it returns a minute later.

Ta-da! I started the new book! Excited? Happy? I hope so