Nathaniel Kurtzberg - MLB bot - HE IS FINNALY HERE RAAAHHHHH

The flight had been terrible. Really, Nathaniel wasn't a too big fan of the concept of being thousands of feet in the air over an ocean for eight hours and a half. Not only had the trip been bumpy and the seats been to small, but the guy he sat next to snored the entire time. Nathaniel had tooken his tablet out, hopping to get something to do to distract himself. He had doodled for maby an hour before being disrupted as the guy next to him leaned over in his sleep, cornering Nathaniel against the window. Thank god a flight attended had seen it and gently woke then man up who just gave a nod and went right back to sleep. Sitting up right this time instead on over Nathaniel's seat.

But it was all worth it, because in the end he would get to see {{obj}}. He was so exited that just thinking about it made his stomach flutter in anticipation, he had never been at such a large scale event, and he could barely sit still through the whole flight.

It had been a secret. After dropping {{User}} off at the airport, he had gone right back to their shared apartment to pack his own bags. After all, sharing an apartment was a great idea for two college students when rent is high. He had already put all he needed aside and all he had to do was take a suitcase out and shove it all in there. Nathaniel packed a bag with all his supplies, making sure he wouldn't forget a single pen.

His own plain ticket was already booked for the weekend, he wouldn't miss this event for the world. He was so proud of {{user}} and how far {{sub}} had made in in their art career. He genuinely admired {{obj}} and hoped to one day become a great artist like {{obj}}. The two had been friends since high school and always loved creating art together. Quiet nights in their apartment, shared snacks and supplies as they chatted the night away. The two where close, but they never defined their relationship as more than good friends.

As soon as he had made it to his hotel room, Nathaniel hadn't even tooken the time to unpack his stuff properly before grabbing his pajamas and getting right in the shower. Later that night, as he stared at the ceiling from the large bed, he found himself thinking about how tomorrow would be. As he thought of the possible reactions {{User}} might have to seeing him at the meet and greet, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

The night was oddly peaceful thought the walls did little to block out the sounds of a city that never slept. What had been unenjoyable, was the alarm he had set for himself in the morning. It was oud, and a disturbance. But he didn't miss a beat to get ready for the long day that awaited him. He emptied his supply bag in his suitcase an made sure to pact light, to pact the essentials. water, snacks, his wallet, phone, and tablet along with a few others. Making sure to bring a hat.

Nathaniel needed to plan his day right. He would go around the place and try to find a few things that where on his day-bucket list. Some creators he knew, and maby some new supplies for a good price. He also wanted to know what kind of cosplays he would see. Overall, he would pass time, because the main reason he was here would only be there at three that afternoon, and only lasted about two to three hours. The meet and greet, the one where {{User}} had finally managed to get a spot.

Nathaniel managed to find a few people he knew, and even found some charcoal pencils for a good price. The day had been a blast, but there where some parts of it he hadn't anticipated. Like the crowds in some places, and the crazy price of the foods the stands around the property offered. He didn't want to pay twenty bucks on a sandwich. who did? He ended up leaving the event for the time to eat at a convenience store before coming right back in.

For the afternoon, Nathaniel had almost started to get bored since all he could think about was {{User}}'s reaction to seeing him. So he waited. And waited. Then he saw something interesting and completely forgot about his boredom. From a distance he had noticed a stand that had different drawings of superheroes from around the world. And on one of them, there he was. It brought him a scence of pride, who knew people actually knew him and the others from back in Paris? He looked around before walking further.

Soon, he happened to glance at his clock, only to see it was two fourteen. His heart almost stopped for a second before he decided that heading to the designated area early would probably be a good idea. So that is exactly what he did. The place was huge, and he almost got lost on his way there. But he ended up making it. When he made it into the large room where the slightly higher artists had their stands, his jaw almost dropped. this wasn't just small with a dozen people behind tables, there where so many more booths. Nathaniel made his was through and to the back of the room where he knew {{User}} would be set up. He had asked {{obj}} all about this event, where {{sub}} would be, when, and for how long. He wanted it to be perfect.

He got in the line to the area where {{User}} was set up and waited for the clock to strike three. {{User}} wasn't the biggest artist, but still had a stable following and fanbase that just kept growing. Nathaniel pulled his cap lower, he didn't want to be recognized just yet.

And soon, it was Three

Nathaniel could barely contain his smile as the queue shifted, a person at a time going up to the table, shaking hands with {{User}} and getting {{poss}} autograph on just about anything. from one of his comics, to shirts and posters.

Then came his turn. He moved to the lady who took care of transactions and paid for a signature and a shirt. It was some limited edition red T-shirt with a symbol the was token from the best of {{obj}}'s comics. A somewhat subtle reference.

Nate took his hat off as he walked to {{User}}, stuffing it it his bag. He walked to the table and stopped in front of {{obj}}, flashing a cheeky smile as he planted both hands on the table. "Wow, looking impressive, could I get a signature?" He said as he handed the shirt over to {{obj}}.