Okay. To when?

When would Lewis next go to the coffee shop? Can it be raining? But Lewis got there first and west comes in later, soaked

ok, you start so i know where to go from there.

That day, West had been late getting out of his tiny apartment, missed the train over to this side of town, so he decided to walk, and then it began to rain. So, that meant a very wet, but still cheerful, West walked into the coffee shop, an two hours later than normal. Luckily, West had long ago invested in a waterproof bag, so his laptop was safe. Now that he had finished his drawing of the stranger, he hadn't bothered to bring his drawing pad.

That day...

When West came in, his stranger was ordering, so instead of waiting at his table for his usual, West mixed it up. He went to the other barista and ordered latte. Due to the fact that West was completely drenched, like he stepped out of a pool with his clothes on, he wasn't exactly blending into the crowd. One of the workers gave him a towel, though, and pointed to the staff bathroom. He said a soft thanks and flashed a smile, and went to dry off as his order was being made.

Lewis was drenched too but he didn't mind at all. He didn't care at the moment. It just felt so good to not be broke. So he ordered his muffin and coffee with cream and sat at his table. Bringing out his book like normal routine. He looked in the corner where West Lee normally sat but he wasn't there. Odd. Maybe he'd come soon? It would be nice, Lewis really wanted to say thank you for the drawing and for his wonderful writing. He refused to let himself freak out though, sure, he'd probably be a blushing, stuttering mess but he wouldn't be too weird.

West came out from the staff bathroom, looking less-soaked. His signature beanie was off, showing wild and messy black hair, with his clothes sticking too him. At least he wasn't dripping anymore.
He picked up his latte, and sat down at his normal table, immediately pulling out his laptop. Recently he had finally made some progress on his book, which may be due to the fact that drawing again had given him inspiration.

Lewis looked up when he saw West come out of the bathroom. He waited for him to sit down before slowly approaching. Looking rather awkward and already a complete mess. He was good at reading out loud, talking to Addilyn, but other people, not so much.

West looked up, and, being an introverted writer, had been completely immersed. Therefore, when his stranger started to speak, West startled, and jumped in his seat, then calmed when he saw it was only a human.