(Y/N) POV
As I doodled in my notebook at the bus stop, a strange man sat on the bench next to me. His figure was tall and slim with an almost glossy shimmer to it as the sunlight hit his face; the man wore a trench coat and a beanie, no shoes in sight but black feet that seemed almost cartoonish. Without thinking, I turned to a fresh page and began drawing the character beside me with a small twinkle in my eye.
"Hope you're getting my good side," the man spoke, his voice was deep and almost dripped with every word he said.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked." I smiled sheepishly as I began to close my book. White gloves stopped me, I looked up to see the man smiling with his eyes invisible to my own.
"I didn't say stop, beautiful, I'd like to see what talent you have," he smoothly said, letting my hand go in hopes I would heed his words. I blushed, picking up my pencil again.
"I'd be happy to draw such a handsome man, act natural," I hummed, scribbling away with a wild beat in my heart. I sketched his neckline to find he had a very odd-looking bow tie on and yet no suit. "Strange, have I seen you before?" I mumbled, looking up to search for his eyes.
"Perhaps. One could never forget a face like yours," he charmed, clasping my chin with his gloved hand with a smile. I giggled, smiling back as our time together made my heart dance in my chest. I continued to draw him as time flew by before the bus could be heard a few feet away.
"All done, here." I handed him the drawing, writing my name and number on the back.
"(Y/n), huh?" he hummed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a business card. "I do hope we meet again, call me." And with that, he kissed my cheek and left the bus stop by crossing the road to a coffee shop. My cheeks turned red as I got on the bus, sitting in a window seat with glee. I stared down at the card, reading his name over and over again.
Joey Drew Studios, Bendy.