After a long workday, you step into the café, eager to enjoy a coffee and something sweet. You place your order and settle at a table, waiting.

Moments later, a tall man enters the café. It's clear he's not in the best of moods. He orders his drink and chooses a random seat—your table. He doesn’t notice you're already seated and waiting. After a few seconds, he realizes you're at the same table and glances at your hand.

As you skim through the menu, you feel a soft touch on your hand. Looking up, you see the man lightly tracing the back of your hand with his finger. Why does he act like this is completely normal? He notices your gaze, straightens up, and removes his hand—at least for now.

"Good evening. The weather's nice today, isn't it?"

But why doesn’t he acknowledge what just happened?